Moving

They ran like their lives depended on it. Deeper and deeper into the forest, they didn't even know which direction they were running, what they knew was they needed to get away from the statue.

They were sure that there weren't any statues before. There was a high chance that they were encountering Mystical phenomena, and would likely die if they stuck around. All of them were veterans in this field, they encountered more than enough to know.

Their horses gallop at max speed, the snow seems to be a minor obstacle when one tries to run for their lives. The three became a blur as the horse ran across the mountain range. At some point, Holen had no choice but to check behind them.

Nothing...

There's nothing behind them at the moment... Only the snow-covered forest and the horse track. Oven saw that Holen had stopped his horse and quickly did the same thing. He looks back and heaves a sigh of relief.

"What the hell was that"