46 Stealthy Attacks
A young man with long platinum hair and crimson eyes looked backwards as he galloped on a brown horse.
Jerouch had taken one of the horses that pulled the carriage when they came to the city, and he was riding it back to the forest.
'What an encounter.' he thought.
The cold wind blew his hair and bloodied robe backwards as they swayed in the air.
Riding horses was one of his hobbies back on Earth, and now he was throwing all his mind as he galloped up the ascending terrain.
He journeyed throughout the night without stopping, until the dawn of the next day.
The darkness had begun to pull away, allowing the warm morning sun to find its way to grace every being in its envelope.
His face was flushed, and his chest went up and down as he gasped for breath.
He had been riding the horse at top form for more than seven hours without a break. Even though he was no longer an ordinary human, this much did take a toll on him a bit.