A tangle of complex emotions was written on every face.
For a moment, an eerie silence fell over the entire scene.
"Count Alan, Count of Fury."
Raylo was the first to speak, breaking the silence.
"R-Raylo… Your Highness!"
Count Alan jolted and hurried forward, stopping five paces from Raylo to perform the most solemn Knight's salute.
"Greetings, Your Highness!"
His voice was filled with a reverence that came from the bottom of his heart.
"Greetings, Your Highness!"
The Count of Fury followed suit, bowing his head so low he didn't even dare to meet Raylo's eyes.
Behind them, the Knights fell to their knees with a great CLATTER.
Raylo's gaze swept calmly over the crowd.
An invisible, immense Spiritual Power radiated from him, spreading silently across the entire camp like flowing mercury.
Every corner of the camp, every soldier's breath, every single heartbeat, became crystal clear within his perception.
Soon, Raylo's brow twitched slightly.
