The Astarte of the B

Lane's originally relaxed expression tightened abruptly, returning to the cold indifference of ice. His body, along with the aged steed, froze solid.,It's hard to imagine someone wearing at least 30 kilograms of armor being able to move so smoothly and nimbly.,Drawing his crossbow bolt from the quivering dog skin with a "poof" sound, he wiped it clean and returned it to his pocket.。