Lynn stepped forward, towards the cloud ladder that Anthony was climbing.
Clang~
Lynn's right hand moved, and the one-handed sword at his waist was slowly drawn.
With each step he took, the iron boots on his feet struck the granite ground with metallic clangs.
Upon reaching the cloud ladder, Lynn glanced below; Anthony had already reached two-thirds of the way up the wall.
It would only take a few minutes to climb to the top of the wall.
Lynn bent his legs and jumped straight up from the ground.
His leaping body landed steadily on the edge of the wall, with his gaze overlooking everything below.
The surrounding torchlight shone on Lynn's armor, the edges of which glowed with a star-like golden light.
The cold winds of the mountain forest blew, causing Lynn's black cloak to flutter. Along with his black armor and the black one-handed sword...
A sense of majesty and killing intent.
