Old Bill suddenly looked up, only to see a figure in dirty leather armor rushing out from the swirling smoke and dust—it was his son, Tom.
Tom gripped an iron sword tightly with both hands, his face smeared with soot. His eyes were filled with fear, but more than that, a resolute determination to protect his family.
He didn't foolishly dash towards the spitting insect; instead, he fiercely hurled a stone at the Insect Race creature gnawing at the wooden door beside him.
The stone struck the shell with a dull thud, causing no damage but successfully drawing the attention of several nearby Insect Race creatures.
"Father! Mother! Run! Head towards the grove outside the town!" Tom shouted as he deftly retreated, trying to lure the Insect Race away.
Compared to those true Knights, his movements seemed clumsy, his steps a bit frantic, but his courage brought tears to Old Bill's eyes.
