Sparks shot up from the tar-covered road.
Iron hooves trampled, and their sharp, piercing sounds burst forth, shattering the deadly silence. Above the Sky Dome, disturbed like a tide, Ravens let out sharp cries.
Lin Yu stared vacantly as she turned, gazing at the Sky Dome where a tide of Ravens closely followed the White Horse, their pitch-black hue rolling and surging across the heavens, gradually pressing down.
Those crimson pupils looked down, scrutinizing her and the shadows approaching from afar.
A White Horse galloped upon the street, neighing loudly. Iron hooves trampled the earth, sparks erupted between iron and stone, bringing rolls of thunder.
"You damned—" Lin Yu's expression contorted, becoming increasingly ferocious, yet she could utter no more sound.
It was as though her shell of pride and rage had been shattered. In the gradually nearing hoofbeats, she felt a suffocation that came out of nowhere.
What followed was an overwhelming sense of unease.
