บท 307: High Pain's Might

As the fog grew heavy in Haventown, Ambrose flew past the pitched-roofed buildings and drew both of his swords.

'That guy was immensely powerful.' Ambrose gulped dryly. 'Also, he seemed to be associated with the fucking Wild Hunt, the legendary beings that are still spoken of daily among players.'

At that moment, he heard the neighing of ghost horses, and when he turned around, he saw several ghost, skeleton horses galloping through the fog. They were flying as well, and the Ghosts of the Wild Hunt were mounted on top of them, swords in their hands.

The Ghosts of the Wild Hunt were riding towards him, their eyes glowing with an otherworldly light.

'From what I know, they aren't actually super strong beings, but their durability makes it more than enough.' Ambrose stopped flying away and turned to face the ghosts.