"Black Wind?"
Roland froze for a moment, caught off guard by the name.
Stunned, he turned his head, his gaze refocusing on the tall, mysterious Nightmare Beast before him, which was shrouded in an otherworldly aura.
Black Wind.
Of course he remembered that name.
It was a gift from his close friend Dalko, given to him long ago in Black Water Territory:
a fine steed.
But it wasn't a Magical Creature, nor did it possess a special bloodline. It was just an ordinary horse with a coat as dark and glossy as the deepest night, long and slender legs, and a surprisingly gentle yet spirited temperament.
Roland had named it Black Wind because it ran like a black gale.
But…
Roland's eyes carefully traced the outline of the being before him.
Nearly three meters tall at the shoulder, it was more powerfully built than any mortal horse.
