Every sense of joy vanished from the young man’s face. It couldn’t be. Had that old man gone to blow the horn?
A third blast was unheard of. He looked at others, especially the face of the girl who was their leader and saw fear in her eyes.
Fear? Why was she afraid?! She said the third horn blast didn’t exist. Seeing this, the young man bolted for the ladder, his heart pounding hard.
But before he could grab it, the girl slammed her entire body into him, throwing him to the other side as she swiftly climbed the ladder.
His eyes widened. He sprung to his feet, slamming his shoulder against his comrade and grabbing the ladder but the huge man with dreadlocks held it, glaring at him.
Clenching his teeth, the young man looked up, seeing the girl had already reached the top. He retreated, allowing the huge man to ascend, then followed right after.
When he got to the top, his eyes narrowed at the sight of countless Mutated Ones flooding the expanse. This expanse was made up of some fallen towers and other structures that had become one with the earth, making it uneven but there were short grasses and trees that were shedding their leaves.
A few metres behind him was a broken yet standing castle and ahead of this expanse was a wall, hidden in the fog, that was the inner wall and a good portion of it still stood, that was where their Watchmen were.
Everyone had their eyes on the fog, and hands reaching for their weapons.
The voice of the witch echoed in the young man’s mind. ’When the third blast shall echo, be prepared for they are here. The golden knights, they shall show no mercy for the sins we have committed. We might adorn ourselves with the praise that we understood the future and became the Mutated Ones that rule but at the sound of that blast...’
"RUN!!!" The young man heard the older man’s loud voice. He could literally feel the tremors of fear. His eyes went to the man who was still on that platform, close to the castle.
He watched the old man run down the staircase when an arrow tore through the fog above, pierced with such power that his upper body split from the lower and the arrow pierced deep into the wall.
The younger man’s eyes shook as he spotted the silhouette of a bird glide above the fog. It was fast but he couldn’t miss that figure. Something stood on that large bird, a humanoid being holding a massive bow.
"The knights..."
As he uttered those words, a rain of arrows descended from the fog. At the sight of it, he turned, pushing his body with all his might as he ran.
Many raised shields but they realized their mistake too late as those arrows, which were about their height, pierced through the shields with ease.
’Run, run and pray... you survive.’ Those words echoed in his mind, forcing him to turn. He saw tall beings clad in golden armour walking out of the fog. The young man heard they were tall but this... they were not mortals. They couldn’t be.
The first, the one ahead of the others, had two swords and his hands were stretched out as if beckoning for them to try. Try what they can.
Over a hundred Mutated Ones charged at them. Seeing this, Solstice moved.



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