"..."
Berkah silently watched Famine's silhouette disappear into the distance, his emotions torn between relief and regret.
[To think that skinny ass horse was capable of running so fast...]
[Reincarnation huh... Not being able to die so long as the concepts they embody exist...]
[They're basically immortal...]
He mused, his gaze waiting in anticipation for the last Horseman to appear, albeit, he was understandably a bit nervous.
"...Hm?"
Just as he mused, he felt a slight shiver crawl up his right arm, glancing down, he found that he was riddled with goosebumps.
Berkah tilted his head and frowned deeply because he was not one to be affected by cold, it would take extreme freezing temperatures to induce such a physical reaction from him.
"He's coming..."
He muttered to himself, his breath escaping his mouth as vapor, the air surrounding him becoming thin as if he were at an extremely high altitude.
[!!]
