With the cowardly rider and the courageous steed encaged within a pit to fight, both Roger and I have been put in a nasty predicament for the last three minutes.
"Did we miss her?" Roger spoke.
"Master! On your left!"
Appearing out of thin air, was a giant silver cross at the size of an average basketball player. Chimes flew and struck against its proximity, creating a mild visible shockwave before the thing hurled itself and accelerating in the pursuit of crippling our movements. For many times, Pluto had been using the EPAS to defend against the enigmatic hostility.
Using the perception strings, I've been relentlessly scouring the area to search for the perpetrator to no avail. While the hints and energy flow that I could determine was starting to get limited, the volley of silver swords and giant silver cross were increasing in aggressiveness.
