"Quick... Go!"
Dust flew behind hooves like smoke trailing fire. A man at the lead rode with knights beside him. They galloped as fast as horses could move. Their armor rattled, breath rushed, and urgency sat like knives in their throats. Their goal was simple. Stop things before they get too far.
But when they reached Blanks everyone froze.
Duke Phillips pulled the reins so hard the horse almost reared. His eyes widened until it almost popped out.
He stared forward with a trembling breath.
Before him stood a sea of soldiers. Rows of knights so disciplined and sharp that even wind seemed hesitant to pass between them. Their armor gleamed like silver ice under the sun.
Their swords reflected light like falling stars. Their stance was unmoving and cold like statues carved from steel. Their aura pressed like weight on the chest. Every heartbeat felt heavier just seeing them.
