Chapter 152: She Will Not Return
Toby rubbed the faint nip mark on his knuckle, a sheepish, confused grin tugging at his lips. "Guess some old memories don't sit well with horses, huh."
Mike let out a quiet, amused snort beside his mount. Shana kept her face neutral, but a glint of amusement sparkled in her golden eyes, clearly entertained by the little scene.
Once everyone climbed into their saddles, the heavy wooden city gates creaked shut behind them.
The party set off down the wide, paved royal highway, bound for the kingdom's capital to attend the grand royal banquet hosted by the crown.
They had ridden barely an hour across the open grasslands when wispy, translucent ghostly mist drifted alongside Hannah's horse.
Only she could fully communicate with this spectral ally, and he wasted no time relaying vital intel he'd collected from wandering spirits all across the continent.
