It was noon, and the scorching Sun hung high in the sky. A gleaming silver Demonic Puppet Legion stood in formation upon the plain. The Silver Knight, a longsword at his waist, stood at the very front of their ranks. Unlike the Demonic Puppets behind him, who were visibly excited, the Silver Knight's crystal-clear eyes held a trace of resignation.
Yes, resignation.
Although this was their first time following Isaac into battle…
The Silver Knight knew they wouldn't have a major role in this War. Isaac would be the one doing the fighting; they were just responsible for cleaning up the battlefield.
This news was like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the fervent fire in the Silver Knight's heart.
But as resigned as he was, there was nothing to be done about it. After all…
'Who could they blame? They really weren't of much help in the upcoming battle.'
