The words were spoken.
Lynn withdrew his gaze from Mike.
Striding forward, under the admiration and esteem of the soldiers, he stepped into a red brick house.
In the eyes of the soldiers, Lynn's armored figure seemed so majestic and tall at that moment.
When Lynn's silhouette disappeared from sight, the soldiers shifted their gaze back to Mike, who was standing rooted to the spot.
A tremendous oppression enveloped him instantly...
...
On the other side of the city wall.
On a clearing in a mountain forest.
Several large campfires made of massive logs were burning fiercely.
Because the logs had just been cut down, their moisture hadn't dried out, releasing thick smoke as they burned, shooting straight into the night sky like smoke columns.
By the most central campfire, Anthony and a few others sat on logs, their eyes fixed on the flames ahead.
The cracking and popping of the flames danced and swayed in their eyes...
A few minutes later.
