Magnus walked over to Cassius with a happy smile and brought the man in for a hug. Kissing his cheek, he looked him up and down with a satisfied smile. "You dress the part, cousin."
Cassius fastened his shoulder straps and walked outside the large tent. It was a different armour he usually wore, having a more luxurious design. Since Albus' death, the men who were loyal to him had come to see Cassius as the new General of the Empire. Before, he had never officially accepted the title, but now that Magnus was ready to make his move, it was his time.
Before him, columns of men lined up, uncaring about the cold. The snow built up around their feet, and their helmets had a small white pile on them. Yet as soon as they saw Cassius, every man moved. Even though they weren't in complete sync, the sound of over a thousand men shouting created a thunderous explosion.
