The wind carried stinging dust, but that wasn't the only thing fueling their fear. Some of the citizens exchanged glances, their eyes reflecting deep despair. It seemed as if there was no way out. Destruction and death loomed over them, inevitable.
Suddenly, a shout broke the oppressive silence.
"Arghh!!"
A young man with a frail body stood up quickly. His gaze was anxious but filled with determination. He walked toward the Faithwarden woman, his steps quick and firm, as if he had made his final decision.
Thud!
He knelt before the woman, his head bowed low until it touched the dirty ground. "My lady... I am willing to be your servant. I will do whatever you command," he said, his voice trembling, but there was a firmness in his tone.