"Doctor, just focus on driving the carriage."
As Dorothy spoke, she had already pushed open the lid of the wooden box, grasped a handful of refined salt, and carefully sprinkled it over the enormous Saint Byrons Emblem on the surface of the black coffin on the swaying carriage.
Meanwhile, more than a dozen black wolves had already dashed out from the eerie, unreal forest and caught up with the carriage. These were not ordinary beasts; besides their massive size and the uneven crystalline spikes on their backs, they ran suspended in the air, almost merging with the shadows.
Provided they didn't make a lot of noise, under the current spatial dislocation, Tobesk couldn't see any changes with this carriage. Therefore, Shard prepared to cast a spell with confidence, while Dorothy, who was sprinkling salt, had already summoned the "Matchstick Girl," who appeared beside Shard with a basket.
