The chaotic battlefield suddenly fell silent.
Hildwin stared blankly at the youth on the horse. The flying grass and the soldiers rushing over in slow motion seemed to be gradually moving away from her. She felt as if she was suddenly isolated from the entire world, she was sealed in an ice cave with no temperature in the world. The most eye-piercing sight was the gaze of the youth whose armor was covered in blood. It was like two deep black holes projected from the clouds.
The short illusion was broken by the neighing of the horses. The shouts of the soldiers who were rushing over were deafening again.
Dudian tiptoed and jumped from the frightened horse. He gently landed on the edge of the chariot. This time he was closer to Hildwin. Hildwin’s face was on his knees, it was less than an arm’s distance.
