Death - Fast horse

In mere heartbeats they had once again crossed the expanse, drawing a thick line of flying soil and ocher fumes across the face of the realm. An easy jump, almost casual, carried them over the ravine in which the angels had sheltered. Death heard, faintly, the constant fire of Black Mercy, the raving screams of the maddened Hadrimon, but none of them came anywhere near.
Give Despair his head and open ground, and not even an angel on the wing could hope to keep up.

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Chapter 23