Chapter 61
The fog hangs over the town nestled in the valley like a blanket smothering an infant. One could not see far in front of them as they move in silent unison. Eyes were sharp though the knights could not really detect anything as they moved closer to the town. The fog was unnatural.
They were doubly aware of this. Knowledge was swift in knowing how unnatural the way the liquid air hung misting their armor—blurring their eyes. The energy was off. Yet, none were willing to alert their leader of their fear. Not because they were confident in their leader but because they were afraid of him.
Grand Knight Commander Horace. He was a hulking giant of a man that was tier 2 master that slaughtered enemies and allies alike on the border. Whenever someone wanted to turn to tail and run, his greataxe would descend on their skulls. Desertion. Fear. Neither of these two feelings were welcome on the battlefield.
