Chapter 273: The Screaming Stop
The rhythmic thrum-thrum, thrum-thrum of the Iron-Horse was a heartbeat I had grown accustomed to over the last twenty hours. It was the sound of safety, of a B-Rank magi-tech engine burning through mana crystals to propel tons of reinforced steel through the desolate Northern Wilderness.
Outside the thick, mana-hardened glass, the world was a blur of gray and white. The snow wasn't falling; it was being driven horizontally by winds that could strip flesh from bone. We were traveling at nearly two hundred kilometers an hour, cutting through the blizzard like a heated knife through butter.
I sat near the back of the main passenger car, polishing the blade of a nondescript steel sword I'd pulled from my inventory. It wasn't Excalibur. It wasn't a named artifact. It was just a sharp piece of metal.
