Self-Control

Following the neighing of horses, a group of riders came through the forest and into the valley below.

With swords in hand, they slashed through the army of the Blackhearts, and galloped through the barrier as if it were made out of air.

While the Blackhearts were unable to cross the barrier, the same didn't apply to the players.

A golden-cloaked man led the riders, eyeing the ongoing battle with a sharp gaze.

Feeling his gaze and seeing their strongest members die, the Shattered Shields lost their fighting spirit and slowly lowered their weapons, awkwardly looking around them and seeing the unhappy gazes of everyone around them.

The other mercenaries were pretty much done with dealing with the Blackhearts, but they also suffered some losses.

"Mikael," Kory rubbed his back and awkwardly smiled. "I would bow, but my back is not feeling too great right now."