Late comers

Metals clanged with each steps they took. People aligned on both left and right of the city as an array of drifters, shrouded in diverse can of armors reaped from their various kills.

The mundane people watched heartily as they made a way towards the end of the capital.

Pride could be seen etched across their differential faces, some rugged, some neat, some scarred.

Each and every single one of them watched the army of drifters with joy and repletion.

After so long, a move was being made to subjugate closest to the their settlement. The one that had caused their downfall.

The people were filled with nothing but excitement.

Their sons and daughters were part of this army of course but the major part was populated by the students who arrived a few months ago.

A lot had happened but their arrival culminated things for them in a good way.

And now, the end was starting.

At least that was what the people thought.