Salvation

Tap. Tap. Tap.

A squad of five Fate Knights was passing in an unusual location. They were surrounded by stone ruins, and the ground was covered with tall, fluffy white grass. There were many dewdrops on the tips of the grass, which were actually here at all times of the day, day and night.

Because of the dew drops, the grass was slippery, so one wrong step could lead to a fall, especially for a person dressed in heavy, massive armor.

However, they had already run several kilometers, and still no one had fallen. Marcus was running in front, and right behind him was Sara, she kept closer to him than the others.

Fosca and the other two Fate Knights were a few meters away in the distance.

'Hmph... Looks like we need to take a short break. We've been running nonstop for half an hour now and have practically passed a third of the way. We're lucky that nothing has happened yet.'' Marcus internally muttered with a glance at black.