"It's simply unimaginable."
Ned Stark, the knight from Northern Europe, fighting as an Imperial Knight, reached out to catch the crystalline white frost falling into his palm, and couldn't help but shout: "It's the Wild Hunt from 'Demon Hunter,' accompanied by white frost and death when they move. They are symbols of disaster!"
"Damn it, could the monsters described in that storybook be real?"
"Pray to the Heavenly Father, look at what this world has become, even the dead can appear nobly on the battlefield."
For a moment, the Crusaders, already hesitant to advance, stopped in their tracks once again, turning their eyes towards Losa, waiting for his command. They would obey Losa's will, but it doesn't mean they lack their own judgment.
Most soldiers did not associate Losa with the Wild Hunt, this army of the dead, until the Wild Hunt had no intention of harming the Crusaders and charged straight into the undead army summoned by the enemy casters.
