บท 177: Ghouls Once More

Wind howled as the horses paddled on the ground. The group of youngsters rode on the horses at a steady pace. They seemed to be on a long journey. The boy around the age of eighteen was at the very front. His black and white hair fluttered in the icy breeze as he glanced round the tall tree that passed as fast as he rode his horse. 

The large grey clouds roamed over the towering mountains, like the cotton, and covering those humongous mountains into their enormous shadows. The group passed many mountains and hills, but there was no trace of their destination. Though they encountered quite a few bandits, a nice and everlasting way of entertainment.

After all the Barbara Mountain Range was famous for bandits, but in front of Ayaan and his companions, they were as the sheet of paper, not strong, nor durable, no quality at all, the strong and overbearing bandit group should have.