At the top of the seven meters tall cliff stood Asher, right on top of Sirius' back. His golden eyes reflected the silhouettes that covered the horizon.
"It hasn't even been a solid hour." Nero's voice rang from behind.
"We should be thankful that we had that hour." Asher responded. He knew his men needed rest, at least a proper night's sleep to restore the energy they had spent marching for days but their enemy was right before their eyes.
Behind him was an army of eight thousand saints!
Though fatigued, they won't fall easily.
"As long as we draw breath, we shall fight…to the last of us."
Galanar of Edom, commander of the grey knights uttered. His voice, deep and unwavering.
The gray knights behind him responded with an affirmative nod that showed their unshakeable faith in servitude.
"My lord. Beyond this cliff is a lake."
Asher's eyes narrowed. "What?!"
