William had never seen a high-speed rail in person.
He had heard stories of these sleek trains slicing through the countryside, moving so fast it was almost impossible to comprehend. How could something made of steel move that swiftly?
Likewise, he had never seen a magic warhorse charge at full speed, until now. The power of the beast beneath him was beyond anything he had ever imagined. It was like riding lightning, raw and unrelenting.
The horse galloped at over 300 kilometers per hour, which was the equivalent of covering 100 meters in just one second. One moment, a distant black dot appeared on the horizon; the next, it was right in front of him. The force tore through the air, leaving a trail of turbulent wind in its wake. All that power, all that speed, focused on a single point; ready to obliterate anything that dared stand in its way.
