Mordecai

Abudha made a quick prayer motion, followed by his Heralds. "I don't like their numbers, though."

Iris drew her blade and coldly stated; "quality over quantity."

Just like that, our formation was established and we began rushing in the direction where Blossom smelt the least opposition.

It only took us a second or so to see them; over a dozen soldiers stood in our way. I call them soldiers despite likely being criminals because they are wearing uniform armor, making them seem like a professional army. However, three stood out from the rest.

The first person was a towering figure whose armor was dulled and scarred, likely from countless battles. He gripped the hilt of his massive sword with both hands while looking like a knight at prayer.

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