CLACK! CLACK! CLACK!
My Obsidian Steed gallops through the snowy path, and I have a steady leash on it, my fierce gaze staring at the gaping chasm etched on the mountain wall. Its mass is indescribable, like a fatal wound on the Mountain's peak.
It's strange.
I never noticed it, or the cavern beyond it, during my previous times here.
'Was this Ciel's arrangement?'
Discarding the thought as unnecessary, I simply charge forward, completely consumed by a great determination to save everyone. I am deeply tempted to use Clairvoyance so I can confirm everyone's safety, but that would strip me of the ability to use Frontflow for another hour.
That isn't a risk I can afford to take.
Every hour or so, the Obsidian Steed returns to its normal form, and I need Frontflow to constantly activate it. If I opt for Clairvoyance, I won't be able to make much progress when it comes to travel.
My speed isn't enough, so I have to rely on the Obsidian Steed.
