Chapter 68

Fifteen miles far away from the Daisy Valley in a secret area behind in the hills, when the humans were tucked into the heavenly black of nighttime, the cloudy grey makes their nighttime all the cozier but for a league of twenty non-human knight legions and warriors gathered around an orator, knight Tristan. The battalion's new commander. The night was their refuge as nightfall comes with a whisper of perfect black that grows into a comforting chorus of stars.

The man that spoke has the form of a young massive and powerful warrior, but he had the confidence of a knight willing to kill anyone who dared to question him. On knight, Tristan's left was the new recruit, a one eyed-man who moves like he was still taking that tall body for a test drive, not sure if it's his for keeps.

When the others looked his way he returned the glance with a hint of shyness just briefly before turning away either way Tristan's right-hand man was as tall and large as he was. Yet, the hooded ma