Before the Half-Moon Colt could even approach the Corruption Forest, the forces of corruption actively sought them out, surging towards them like a blanket covering the sky.
With just one dive, the white body of the Half-Moon Colt had already turned half-black, and the following black mist was like a billowing pillar, accompanying her, as spectacular as can be.
Countless necrotic birds were once again startled into a flurry, charging angrily towards the rider and mount.
"Lord, there's no need to make a move, I don't feel any hostility from them; they're here seeking help," the Half-Moon Colt reminded Gaven.
"Understood," Gaven, who had already completed his battle preparations, simply watched the necrotic flock vigilantly without launching an attack.
The Half-Moon Colt's perception was not wrong.
