A cavalry thundered across the plains, black horses roaring as they charged forward.
Their speed was terrifying. To the naked eye, they were little more than streaks of shadow and dust. With every stride, the ground cracked and exploded beneath their hooves, each step covering several miles as if distance itself had lost meaning.
They left behind blurred afterimages and torn air.
It had not even been ten minutes since Hall received the instruction, yet the cavalry had already reached the outskirts of the manor.
Ethan stepped forward to greet the guests. From afar, he saw a towering wall of dust rising, followed by rows of massive horses slowing their pace as they approached. When the figures became clear, Ethan sucked in a sharp breath.
The horses were not ordinary mounts.
Each one radiated a strong aura. Thick muscles, sharp eyes, and steady breathing. These were B-rank warhorses.
Hundreds of them.
Ethan felt his worldview crack.
"Shit…" he muttered inwardly.
