The Shepherds, a gathering of three that carried the flag of their goddess not on their shoulders but their heart itself. In their eyes, nothing was greater than their service. Almost blind to other ideas and the suffering of the enemy, there was nothing they wouldn't do to spread her name further and further, until the whole world was marked with the same flag deep within their hearts.
As the ankh with Athenia's likeness swung from their necks, the shepherds finally stopped with an uniform slam of their weapon against the throneroom's tiles. Their eyes cast upwards, they stared at the giants seated above their thrones right next to each other. However, to the royals with the faces of the shepherds hidden behind helmet for one, a veil for the other, and at last white paint that covered every facial feature, they couldn't quite read them or what to expect from the loyals of Athenia.
"The gate remains locked."
"The needle of fate ticks away."
