The moon and the dim stars were hanging low in the sky, and the strange-looking horses covered with black scales were moving forward rapidly. Even though the horses were pulling carriages full of people, their speeds were not affected at all.
"These horses are already so strong even though they are just half-blooded demons. I can't imagine how powerful a real demon is," the young man murmured in a low voice. He had recovered from the grief of having to abandon his teammate.
Although the young man had seen this kind of horse before, he was often amazed at their strength and speed without associating them with the demons. However, since the crowd of demons were approaching at the moment, he could not help to associating everything he saw with demons. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.
