The iron gates of the Blanks Estate groaned as they slowly opened.
At first, only shadows spilled out, long and sharp under the morning light. Then the sound came.
Heavy footsteps with perfect rhythm. Not hurried, not slow. Each step felt like a hammer striking the ground.
The Order of Eternal Blades marched out.
The moment the first knight appeared, the entire town erupted.
People who had been working froze. Merchants dropped what they were holding. Children climbed onto rooftops and carts. Cheers burst out like a wave crashing through the streets.
"They're coming out!"
"It's the Eternal Blades!"
"By the gods… I never thought I'd see them again!"
For the townsfolk, the Order of Eternal Blades was not just a force. They were a legend carved in steel and blood.
The rumours were already getting exaggerated.
When they moved, many disasters would end. When they fought, enemies vanished.
