The winter of 1625 was very cold. Hillis certainly felt so as she clung to Doomstone and screamed, "Kyaaaahh! Too! fast!"

Not only were they going fast, but they were high up, too. How could a person even move this way? One could even say he was flying, rather than running. In addition to the sharp wind, her skin felt like it was freezing. She was unsure whether it was the cold, the fear, or some combination of the two.

"Didn't you say you wanted to save your sister? Hang in there.” said Doomstone.

Hillis clenched her teeth. They were headed to the home of the demon king worshippers. Since she didn’t know what her sister’s current situation was, she didn’t dare to ask Doomstone to slow down. As Hillis held it in, clenching her teeth so hard that drops of blood flowed from her mouth, Doomstone took a potion out of his pocket and handed it to her.

"If it's too hard to bear, drink this! Your mana will recover. This isn't Olympus Forest, and you're not a Crow, so don't drink more than five drops."

Doomstone's potion was a mana recovery potion made by Mirpa.

"Five drops? Is it okay to drink so little?"

In addition, they were moving much too fast for...