Alfred marched at the head of the Unyeilding alongside Isra. Much like his Royal Gurad, his armour was pure black but with a noticeably darker hue. It felt like it repelled light itself. However, his golden hair and piercing blue eyes starkly contrasted, making Alfred look like an angel of death, both holy and unholy. Isra stood by his side with custom armour. It was silver in colour with noticeable lest armour around the joints, letting her move more freely. To everyone, it should have been a strange sight to see a woman dressed ready for battle, but Isra didn't. Everything about her suggested that she had been on the battlefield her whole life.
They had been marching for a while now, and finally, they saw their meeting point: Duke Henryk's lands. A couple of horses rode towards them, and stopping the march, Alfred waited until Lech came into sight. The man and the few nobles he had come with quickly jumped off and bowed.
