Rows upon rows of knights stood like cold statues. Their armours were polished silver, reflecting sunlight like mirrors. Spears and swords rested against their shoulders. Not a single man trembled. Their breaths alone felt like storms pressing against the lungs of civilians.
A chilling pressure fell over the gathering like winter fog.
"What is happening?"
"Are we going to war?"
"Is the territory under attack?"
Panic spread like fire among the crowd.
The drums struck again.
BOOOOM!
All knights lifted their swords at once, sharp metal shining like fangs. They pointed forward toward the command stand.
The sound of the drums grew heavier and faster. The ground itself started to vibrate.
Pebbles started to bounce and dust danced to the rhythm.
A storm of tension rose through the air.
Then footsteps echoed.
It was slow and steady.
All eyes were dragged to the center path where a man walked out from between the ranks.
Ethan Blanks..The Lord Of Blanks Estate.
