Inside Vivian's consciousness.

"Buddy, after this battle we will take a rest," a burly man said as he sat in the open field.

The grass around them moved gently in the wind.

The sky was clear and wide.

Beside him stood a blue war horse.

The horse was much bigger than normal horses, tall and strong, with a proud body and sharp eyes.

From its size and posture, it was clear that this horse was the mount of the burly man.

The man reached out and slowly caressed the horse's fur.

"After this war, we will both trim our fur. What do you say?" he said with a laugh, pulling at his long moustache.

"Neigh!"

The war horse let out a loud neigh.

Its head lifted high, and its face looked full of pride, as if it was saying, I don't need trimming, you do.

Hearing the arrogant neigh, the burly man laughed even more.

It felt like he truly understood the horse.

"Well," he said with a grin, "at least I need a good trimming."

The two stayed there in the quiet field, a man sitting in the grass and a horse standing beside him, resting together as the wind passed over them.

As the man and the horse stayed there, calm and relaxed, the sound of hooves slowly reached them from behind.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Both the man and the horse turned their heads.

Four horses were coming closer. On each horse sat a man in heavy armor.

Their armor was worn and scratched, and their faces were sharp and fierce.

They stopped about eight feet away.

Without delay, all four dismounted, knelt on one knee, and lowered their heads.

"Your lordship," one of them said, his voice steady.

"The enemy commander has entered the battlefield."

The blue war horse beside the man reacted at once.

It stepped forward, lifted its head high, and let out a powerful cry.

Neigh!!!

The sound cut through the quiet field.

The burly man stood up slowly.

His relaxed air vanished, replaced by calm focus.

His eyes were steady, but there was a sharp edge in them now.

"Go to the battlefield," he said. "I will kill the commander. If I fail, you will retreat. Is that clear?"

"Yes, my lord," all four replied at once.

They stood, mounted their horses, and rode away at full speed, their hooves shaking the ground as they disappeared into the distance.

The field grew quiet again, but the calm no longer felt the same.

After the four men left, the burly man smiled and looked at the blue war horse.

"Let's go, buddy. Today we will kill him," he said.

With that, he jumped onto the horse's back.

The moment he landed, the horse let out a fierce cry and lifted its two front legs high into the air.

Neigh!!!!!

The man smiled.

He did not even touch the reins.

The horse understood and began to run toward the east.

Trees rushed past them as the nearby forest turned into a blur.

After a short while, distant sounds reached their ears, cries, shouts, and the clash of metal against metal.

"We're here," the man said.

The horse answered with another loud cry and ran even faster.

Soon, they burst out of the forest and entered a wide open field.

The noise was coming from there.

A massive army was fighting.

Soldiers clashed, war horses charged, and huge war elephants moved through the chaos.

Weapons rose and fell, and the ground shook with every step.

The horse slowed down and walked forward, waiting for an order.

The man looked down at the ground for a brief moment.

Then he lifted his head and stared at the battlefield.

His eyes moved across the field until they stopped.

Among the many war elephants, one stood out.

It was different from the rest.

The man gently stroked the horse's fur and said softly, "There."

The moment the man spoke and pointed at that particular elephant, the horse let out a fierce cry and charged forward.

Neigh!!!!!

In the distance, two men stood on top of the elephant.

One was the driver, holding the reins and guiding the beast.

The other wore luxurious armor that shone even in the chaos of battle.

He stood tall, throwing spears down at the soldiers below, each throw filled with force.

As he hurled another spear, he laughed loudly.

"Where is that coward?" he shouted.

"Earlier he talked so big. Today I will show him what a real man looks like!"

His laughter rang out, thick with arrogance.

He turned to the man driving the elephant.

"No matter where he comes from, move the elephant back. Understood?"

"Yes, my lord," the driver replied at once.

After a moment, the armored man threw another spear and shouted again, "Bring your lord here. I will personally kill—"

Neighhhh!!!!!

A powerful, majestic cry from a war horse echoed across the battlefield, cutting his words short.

The moment the cry echoed, cold sweat appeared on the mocking man's forehead.

His smile vanished.

He quickly turned his gaze toward the sound.

It had come from the front.

From the chaos of the battlefield, a majestic blue war horse appeared.

Its body was strong and powerful, its steps firm and fearless.

Riding on its back was the burly man.

To anyone who saw him at that moment, it felt as if a war god had entered the battlefield, riding straight toward them without hesitation.

Fear rose in the man standing on the elephant.

He panicked and ordered the elephant to move back.

His hands trembled as he grabbed two spears at once.

Without thinking, he threw both spears toward the man on the horse, using all his strength.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The spears rushed toward the man on the horse at terrifying speed.

But the blue war horse moved with ease, shifting its body and dodging both spears as it charged straight ahead.

"Today is the day you die!" the man on the horse shouted.

He reached behind his back and pulled out a large spear, gripping it tightly.

For a brief moment, he looked down at the blue horse.

His eyes softened. "Buddy, can you move to the trunk of the elephant?" he said calmly.

The horse answered with a loud cry, as if saying it could. Without slowing down, it rushed forward.

Panic took over the man on the elephant.

He grabbed spear after spear and threw them wildly.

Some were dodged by the horse, while others were knocked aside by the man.

In a blink, the horse leaped and stopped right in front of the elephant.

The man on the elephant was terrified. He reached for another spear, but there were none left.

Despair hit him. He turned, trying to hide behind the driver—

Neighhhh!!!!

The war horse let out a fierce cry and lifted its front legs, slamming them onto the elephant's trunk.

At the same time, the man on the horse roared as he twisted his body and took aim.

"Die!!!"

He hurled the spear forward.

It shot through the air with destructive force, racing straight toward the man on the elephant.

As the man saw the spear rushing toward him, his mind went blank with fear.

But he was a commander who had survived many battles.

His thoughts froze, yet his instincts moved faster.

In a flash, he grabbed the driver and pulled him out of the seat.

He crouched down and hid behind the driver's body.

Boom!!

The spear crashed into the driver's seat.

Wood shattered into pieces.

Then—

Chik!!

A dull, broken sound echoed out.

The driver's chest was pierced straight through.

The spear stopped just inches from the commander's eyes.

His face went pale. Sweat poured down as his legs gave way and he fell back.

Without anyone controlling it, the elephant panicked.

It swung its trunk wildly and stomped the ground, shaking everything around it.

The man on the horse roared in anger when he saw the attack had failed.

He did not hesitate.

"Everyone, retreat!!!" he shouted with all his strength.

The blue war horse understood at once and prepared to run.

But just then—

Chik.

The sharp blade tied to the elephant's trunk swept through the air and sliced into the horse's left hind leg.

Neighhhh!!!

The horse cried out in pain, but its eyes were still filled with determination.

The man, lost in the heat of battle, did not notice the wound.

He leaned forward and shouted loudly,

"Buddy, run!"

The horse pushed forward, blood staining its leg as it charged ahead, carrying its rider away from the battlefield.

Meanwhile, the man on the elephant slowly calmed his racing heart.

He wiped the cold sweat from his face and stood up.

The moment he did, he saw the blue war horse retreating into the distance.

Rage exploded inside him.

"Everyone!" he shouted with all his strength.

"Kill that bastard and bring me his head! Whoever brings his head will be rewarded with ten thousand gold coins!"

His voice spread across the battlefield.

At once, soldiers who had been chasing others stopped and turned their heads.

Their eyes locked onto the retreating man on the blue horse. Greed filled their faces. Fear vanished.

"Capture him!!!"

Nearly five hundred men roared at the same time. Their voices merged into one thunderous sound.

With weapons raised and greed burning in their eyes, they charged forward, rushing after the man and the wounded horse without hesitation.

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