The moon was dim and the stars were few. Beneath a pitch-black sky, a troop of soldiers stood just beyond the line where light met shadow, their forms indistinct. They were like a Giant Beast in the darkness, lying in wait to devour its prey.
"We are the vanguard. My father is still in the rear and probably won't arrive until tomorrow morning."
This illegitimate son of Andao, sitting atop his horse, looked down at the Lord and spoke with a broad smile.
"We're just on a routine patrol, so don't mind us." Levi kicked a small stone by the roadside. Amidst the crackle of the torches under the night sky, the sound was crisp and clear.
"I understand."
Levi noticed a few bloodstains on the illegitimate son's Armor. It had clearly been washed, but some traces remained. His helmet didn't fit quite right either; it sat a little too high, making his head look long.
"What's the situation in the south?"
