Rasmus stopped his horse, staring at the distance with a stoic expression. His draconic eyes and ears could see and hear the sounds of footsteps in the distance. The rustling sound of heavy armor and the heavy thuds on the ground filled his ears. Aris and Rullein calmed their horses as they stared at the hundreds of knights and mages with different banners in the distance.
"Looks like some people don't value their lives..." Aris said, looking at her surroundings to see if there was any demon that instigated this whole situation. "No demons..." she muttered.
"That's not surprising at all. The moment some people lost their purpose, their minds always fall to embracing death," Rasmus muttered as he got off his horse and pulled out his cane. "I'll deal with this. I owe them to satisfy their anger and desperation. I caused this," he said and began to walk toward almost a thousand army with the cane in his hand.
