The Sunwalkers' camp was as still as monumental, hanging in the sky. Some of the people on the ground below couldn't help but want to go there at least once before they went to war.
On that camp, Jude sat at the edge, gazing down on the humans below.
He couldn't help but feel anxious about the whole event. It was true that they had a good amount of people and a wide range of deployable skills, but there was still an unexpected variable—the leader of the horde.
"What are you thinking about so deeply?" A feminine voice came from behind him.
Jude turned to see Kila walking towards him. Her long white hair danced with her every movement, her red eyes were beautiful, like ruby.
She was wearing a Sunwalkers' uniform which fitted her body well, along with black boots.
But he didn't care for the boots right now, the black pants hugged her figure like rubber, showing her curves.
He could tell just how soft her skin was from looking at her from this distance.
