Thus, tonight was the night.
The great land of the kingdom, which was supposed to be peaceful and quiet, trembled continuously due to the heavy treading of horses' hooves.
"Worchester is right ahead!"
The bishop had been following Grant from behind, flying nonstop for almost half the evening. They'd finally seen the city under the protection of the barrier upon the horizon in the distance; thus, he could not help but yell out. As for Grant, he seemed to feel relieved as well, upon seeing the dim light emitted by the Runic Defense Technique.
"...They have not withdrawn."
The bishop immediately added to that as well. "Yes, we've rushed so quickly that they won't have time to run!"
