"My Lord, they are Captains of the remaining troops," Valen spoke, introducing two bulky figures.
"Also, after the death of Master Cedric, the curse seems to have weakened and people started to recover but all isn't well as Lord Fernad is still in a coma as are many senior Knights."
"I expected that much. On top of the curse, many had been poisoned also."
"Heru is prepared to give his all," A bulky man with a huge hammer spoke.
"Kassel is in your service," another bulky guy bowed.
Kael nodded and patted.
"It's good to have you in the team."
"The grace is ours."The two chimed.
Kael walked then forward, dragging his sword behind him, the sharp edge carving a thin line in the snow.
His piercing gaze swept over the gathered crowd, scanning each face with deadly seriousness. There was no amusement in his eyes, no trace of the carefree arrogance he once carried. Today, he stood as something different—something colder, sharper.
