The sound of hooves was like thunder.
For the first time in a long time, Eclipse galloped freely, leaving a cloud of dust as it charged ahead. Even Grapevine, with its unruly nature and speed not inferior to it, had to concede and follow behind.
Jeanne lightly squeezed the horse's belly, urging, "Catch up, what are you afraid of with me here?"
After speaking, she turned her head provocatively to glance at Prajna, who was falling behind.
Prajna was riding a fine Arabian horse, a breed excellent in many aspects, especially adapted to the arid climate of the Holy Land. Yet it was still a common horse, incomparable to the speed of Eclipse and Grapevine.
Prajna's eyes under the helmet looked at her calmly, without any reaction.
Recently, there was a palpable tension between the two. The elite Jeanne had already distanced herself from Prajna in terms of strength, thus she was confident enough to taunt her.
