It wasn't long after the mysterious, red-eyed boy vanished in a way no one could comprehend that only Pierre and the strange golden knights remained.
One of the knights, carrying a shield and sword, stepped forward with a low, firm voice.
"Pierre de Corvalin. Surrender now, or die."
Pierre glanced at him with a cold face and a flash of disgust in his eyes.
"Surrender? What gave you the right to even speak to me, Sir Eryk? You wish to die so badly? Leave, while I am still feeling merciful, you royal dogs."
Sir Eryk, the vice-captain of the royal army, narrowed his dark blue eyes through the slit of his helmet.
"This entire village has been decimated. Too many have died too suddenly. If I leave now, you and your revolutionaries will only turn this place into another den of death. For the sake of the Kingdom of Ismyr, and for Margrave Alaric Breval who gave his life, I won't let you win, High Commander."
Yet Pierre only looked at him with the same cold disdain.
