The still lingering sea of clouds pressed gloomily atop the Felu Mountains, as human voices and horse neighs intertwined within the camp of the Holy War Army. The soft clink of knights' and soldiers' iron armor echoed in the air, while the crackling of burning fires emitted an aura of vigilant hostility.
Leon left the command tent in haste, and the Avalon Death Wing Knights guarding outside quickly lifted their shields to follow, fearing to lose track of their lord once more.
Arriving outside the drawbridge of the camp built of earth and timber, he saw from afar the familiar figure, surrounded by a column marching forward under the high-flying Sea Eagle banner.
The sleek armor on horseback reflected a cold, silvery-golden light, and a pretty purple ribbon swayed among the enlisted girl's golden hair.
Their gazes met, and Leon saw Ines vigorously tugging the reins, spurring her horse out of the column.
