Last Line Of Defense
Easton, Ronan, and the imperial knights scoured the forest in search of A-grade monsters ever since Katelyn's tip-off. Hours of relentless searching yielded nothing but shadows and rustling leaves, heightening their sense of unease.
The horses were now resting, their flanks heaving as the group clustered together in a tense circle. Easton broke the silence with a stern reminder, "We will start moving in five minutes."
Nodding, sweat trickled down their faces, their throats parched from the oppressive heat and exertion. They had all drained their water supplies.
Feeling bad for them, Ronan pulled out a canteen bottle from the magical pouch he had borrowed from Clyde and kindly offered it to the exhausted knights. Their eyes lit up with gratitude.
"Thank you so much, Your Imperial Highness," they murmured. "You are so kind."