Lucius' camp wasn't particularly large but it was enough to accommodate a force of one thousand. It was positioned in a flat area of the darklands so they could see any sunkissed or dark entities which might try to approach the camp. As we approached, we saw some dark entities known as Vire Wolves which have the appearance of a normal wolf but with fleshy legions spouting from their bodies. Their strength is shown with how many legions they have but lucky for his troops they seemed to be few in number in both aspects. Vire Wolves are only low tier dark entities so they would be no match for his troops even if a medium tier vire wolf came along.
Arriving back at the stables they only left around an hour ago, they dismounted and went their separate ways. As Lucius was walking back to his tent, he was stopped by a large and brutish looking man. The walking muscle in question was around thirty summers, wore snow white light armor with the crest of the Heaven's Hand embodied on it. He had a greatsword strapped to his back, its design was complex and had a total of three mana crystals embedded into its surface. Being a testament to the man's status as a proud and courageous warrior. This man was Lucius' third in command, Cercil von Moonblade; his appearance didn't reflect his noble name though. Lenore was Lucius' second in command and Arlen is his fourth.
"Lieutenant. Why didn't you take me instead of the brat?" declared Cercil, obviously jealous over Lenore getting to see more action even though she didn't even lift a finger and just sat there laughing.
"Don't show your jealousy so openly and it was a training exercise. Also, you are the only one who can effectively command these troops. Lenore is helpless and Arlen hasn't gathered the respect of the whole platoon yet unfortunately." stated Lucius, bored by his constant whining about being left out even though he sees more combat than Lenore and him combined.
"Ha. You are certainly correct. Without me you would be completely helpless." declared Cercil with new found vigour and the colour returning to his face. While Lucius didn't believe the last part he just started to nod up and down to appease the aloof giant. Despite finding the man's constant worrying annoying Lucius still regarded the man as a dear friend. Walking side by side to the mesh hall chatting about the state of the camp and the equipment, their height difference was made obvious to everyone in the camp.
A few weeks passed since the first contact with that enemy platoon which was wiped out by Lucius personally. Word spread throughout the camp of the commander's courageous actions, this did well to boost morale throughout the troops. Despite the many encounters with dark entities it had been quiet which was to be expected because of their positioning in the darklands. Low tier vire wolves and vore spawn often mounted attacks against the base but none were successful in their endeavors. Vore spawn are rat-like creatures that carry disease and use their superior number to trample and devour anyone in their way but are easily countered by simple fire magic which is why they are considered low tier. Lucius didn't really believe this ranking as without fire their threat level shoots through the roof.
Lucius was growing rather restless and bored by the current circumstances. He was practically itching for a fight or to gut an entity personally. He was forbidden from using his magic on the lower tier dark entities so he could save his strength in case of an emergency but the lack of an emergency was what was upsetting the young prince. Lenore being one in the same with the prince was also getting antsy but their shared discomfort would soon come to an end.