The huge bone skeleton took a step forward and raised its war axe. Although it was still behind a wall, the experienced Brand understood that he was already within the enemy's attack range, and his heart couldn't help but turn cold. In that moment, he could think of no way to resist the blow; his only chance was perhaps to abandon one hand to save his life.
He had already gritted his teeth and made his decision.
But at that very moment, a young man in his mid-twenties with silver hair and purple eyes, exceptionally handsome, walked grimly around the corner and bumped directly into Brand. Following behind him were two men dressed in dark blue knight uniforms, wearing silver chest armor and with longswords at their waists, silver scales on their epaulets—clearly the formal attire of the Silver Wing Cavalry.
