A deafening silence suddenly enveloped the surroundings. The mysterious redcoat showed himself, saving a dying myriad in the process. A certain metallic smell and the cold breeze of the morning dew permeated through the surroundings. The sun had risen halfway, showing itself, as its illumination gave enough brightness over the battlefield.
The myriad who had stumbled, with his mouth left agape, and the beating of his heart ever escalating, stared in shock at the redcoat. Doubts ran through his mind, and uncertainty clouded his judgment. Even so, he snapped himself to attention, and with the force from his core and lower muscles, he stood up.
After all, he had been knocked down quite hard. Once the fourth ghoul had suddenly ambushed him, he fell down. His eyes alternated between his objective and the redcoat, unable to fully take his eyes off the mysterious individual.
