The sun was slowly rising from the east, casting soft rays that glowed on Raiden and his comrades, alongside Alora and June, who held her violin in her hand.
Before them were the knights led by Freya, all awaiting the assassins as over a hundred of them sprinted through the forest, heading their way while yelling out to boost their morale.
"So the war waged against the Kingdom of Aurelia was a lie, after all," Alora said, standing confidently beside Raiden.
Raiden said nothing in return. He simply gazed at the forest, hoping to find stronger opponents among them. Something about the attack didn't sit right with him. The strategy was too simple for people who supposedly wanted such powerful books.
His eyes darted through them but found no worthy opponent. Unless the strongest were behind the army, the only strong people he could see were number 7s, with the rest being eights and, worse, nines.
