Without hesitation, Lugano pushed himself up and hurried to the fallen horse, carefully examining it.
After a few seconds, he exclaimed regretfully, "It's dead!"
The poor horse was unlucky. Despite being over a hundred meters away, it was hit twice by a flurry of gunshots. One bullet struck its side, and the other hit its head. It couldn't be any more dead.
In contrast, the carriage driver remained unscathed. At most, he had scraped his skin during the tumble.
Lumian glanced at Kolobo, who had his back turned to him and the others, seemingly on guard against any potential attacks from the depths of the forest. He led Ludwig, who had been thrown from the carriage, to the side of the motionless, bleeding horse corpse.
"Stop the bleeding," Lumian instructed Lugano.
Why stop it when the horse is already dead? Although Lugano didn't understand, he extended his shimmering palm.
