The Silver Moon hung high in the sky and the moonlight was cold.
Ulpian was still completely clueless about what was going to happen.
It was still playing with its weak prey in high spirits, treating the blood and bones as toys. It never got tired of it. There was a sense of naivety and cruelty to this snake-Dragon species.
The moonlight was like water.
The swaying mist had appeared out of nowhere and shrouded the towering snow mountains, including Ulpian. However, Ulpian did not seem to be aware of the changes in the outside world. This mist was not naturally produced.
After that, the sound that he heard alerted him.
The sound of horse hooves, which sounded like iron hooves stepping on ice, came closer and closer, as if it was just a few inches away from his ear.
Ta ta ta ...
The crisp sound of horse hooves reverberated from all directions.
