"You can rest assured. The kind of killing-for-fun behavior my brother indulged in is something I would never do."
After making the solemn promise, Phield changed the subject.
"Now go get me a cup of afternoon tea."
"Fine."
Tisiana shot him a glare, barely managing to salvage a bit of dignity.
Meanwhile, within the gray mist.
"Look. Another group of corrupted cavalry is moving into Bull Territory without stopping, and the fortress isn't intercepting them at all."
"Oh! You're right. Violet, you weren't lying."
Behind a massive boulder, two young women crouched in hiding, peeking out to observe.
On the road not far away, gray, decaying corrupted heavy cavalry continuously advanced toward the human fortress.
Even through the mist, their rotten plate armor reflected a chilling metallic gleam.
Iron-shod hooves pounded against the earth.
The corpse cavalry looked as though they had ridden straight out of hell, their oppressive presence nearly suffocating.
