At the very moment the words "Bloodhoof" were uttered, the wind seemed to pause in the treetops, the moonlight seemed to halt its spill across the earth, and the torches seemed to freeze in their flickering. The entire forest appeared to be suspended in time.
Yet the Minotaur around showed no expression. They faced what seemed to them the most ordinary matter, confronting just a common name.
No one knew how important the two words "Bloodhoof" would be to the history of the future!
No one realized that these simple syllables would become an epic forever etched in the memories of later generations!
Only Huang Yi, a visitor from the future, understood the weight of these words. He stared blankly at Qiao Sida cradled in Ironhoof's arms, watching the boy's face flicker between light and shadow in the dancing firelight.
