Adapalene (6)

The three of them traveled through dust and wind, finally reaching the edge of the North Scars Mountain Range on the evening of the fourteenth day.

The setting sun cast slanting rays across the ridgeline. The mountain wind had begun to turn dry and cold, while the vegetation faded from lush green to grayish yellow.

"Ang... can we stop for a while?" Margherita's voice was weary. Sitting atop the Green Mane Horse, she lowered her head slightly. "It seems like it can't hold on much longer."

Ang guided the Magic Broom down slowly and drifted over to her side.

Before the broom had even fully stopped, Dana jumped straight off. His heavy boots struck the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"The Green Mane Horse's temperature is off." Dana walked over and pressed his palm to the horse's neck, immediately frowning. "It's almost at its limit."

Ang frowned and was just about to raise his hand to cast a spell when Margherita stopped him.

"Don't use Holy Light Blessing anymore." She looked up, her gaze resolute. "It's been traveling nonstop for ten days. It's not a magical beast, nor is it a Black Scale Horse. If it keeps forcing itself like this, it'll die."

Ang fell silent for a moment.

He finally took a careful look at the Green Mane Horse's condition—its muscles trembled faintly, its breath was scorching and ragged, and even its tail hung limply without moving.

He took out two bottles of Healing Potion from his waist pouch and carefully fed them to it.

Several minutes later, the trembling in the Green Mane Horse's muscles gradually subsided.

"Ang, my ass is practically rubbed raw." Dana rubbed his waist and said with a bitter smile, "Since we've reached the edge of the North Scars Mountain Range and