Callisto is on the land (1)

"My daughter, my daughter, my daughter." Callisto trudged on the land with a royal sword carved with a horned eagle on the blade.

His cape fluttered, riding the wind so beautiful behind him. His eyes filled with rage and loneliness, slicing the enemies as if releasing his pent-up anger.

Brice sighed inwardly, trailing behind his cousin with his stoic complexion.

Callisto raised his sword as he looked behind him. "We will march forward!"

Brice silently nodded his head at his own squad.

His squad soon disappeared like ninjas, moved stealthily. To be frank, Brice had trained his talented knights differently than royal knights. If the royal knights had a massive presence just to overwhelm the enemies, Brice's squad major in stealthy.

His squad was equally strong as the royal knights but they moved either individually or in pairs instead of one massive group. That's because Brice loved to ambush or do a sneaky attack instead of fighting head-on.