Mirage carried the unconscious woman while Moon rode the doppelganger beside them. He didn't push deeper toward the peak.
Instead, he turned back, taking the route toward the underground hideout.
Surprisingly, the woman woke up before they arrived.
"Mm-hm." She groaned, her eyelashes fluttering as her eyes opened slowly. Pain creased her face as her consciousness dragged her back to reality.
Her eyes widened as she felt the movement beneath her, the rhythmic sway of a horse's gait. She looked down, realized she was draped across the back of the white steed from before. Then, she turned her head sharply.
Moon sat on a second horse a few meters to her left. A horse that looked identical to the one she was riding.
"You woke up? We're heading back to the underground base. We'll be there in about fifteen minutes." Moon said, glancing over at her.
Isabelle's body jerked upright from her slouched position. "Where is the spirit? It's dead, right?"
