"Darn it! I can't stop!!"
Around me, the snow spirits dance and sing. The incantation is mouthed through me, but amplified through their chorus, resonating with the entire world.
It’s just like how an experienced Knight is capable of performing several tricks through manipulating the movements of his horse whereas a rookie Knight often ends up falling from his horse and then dragged along with it. At this current moment, I am the unlucky rookie Knight who is being dragged along.
Furthermore, the more stubborn the horse, the harder it is to tame. Once you start chanting out a top-tier Forbidden Spell, it's very difficult to stop, like a rocket that can’t be interrupted once it’s been launched. My previous experiences and the urgency of the present circumstances caused me to miscalculate the entire situation. The differences between the living and the dead have caused a significant difference in the spell from the very start.
