He felt that his face and even his family's honor were being mercilessly trampled into the mud.
Ignoring the villagers who were already scared stiff, he yanked the reins and turned his horse around, yelling orders at his bewildered guards.
"Move at full speed!"
"To the Traveler Camp!"
The grand procession continued on its way, this time targeting the Traveler Camp several kilometers away.
However, the esteemed Sir Richter seemed perpetually slow in whatever he did.
The undead who wreaked havoc were dead, and his army had finally arrived at Pompeii Village, which had been plagued by the undead. But now, Prince Colin had already left, and his banner had been raised at the gates of the Traveler Camp.
Leading his followers, the revered knight master charged into the Traveler Camp like a whirlwind, only to plunge into a deathly silence.
It had nearly become an "empty city."
