Soldiers began to gather one after another, their armor clinking as they formed ranks. Horses stamped the ground, banners fluttered, and the low murmur of voices filled the camp. The air became heavy, tense, and filled with anticipation.
Ethan stood at the center and watched the group come together. Seeing the familiar faces, he let out a small smile.
The moment Randall appeared, he jumped down from his horse without hesitation. He strode forward and placed both hands firmly on Ethan's shoulders, his eyes burning with excitement.
"Tell me, my Lord," Randall said eagerly.
"Whom do we need to kill? Which evil group is causing a mess this time?"
"???"
Ethan stared at Randall.
Randall stiffened immediately and slowly pulled his hands back. "Sorry," he muttered. "I just got carried away by my emotions."
Joel scratched his head and frowned. "Wait. There is no evil group here?"
Ethan sighed and facepalmed. "No. There is no evil group this time."
