Clothed in white robes and silver armor, each holding a lance and a war halberd. The lances were decorated with a beautiful cathedral cross, and the halberds were like a sharp lance with spread wings beneath it. Further down each mace was a dovetailed flag with a cross, a sun, angels, and saints painted on it.
The flag read ‘Tuienn sior chumree’ in floral script, which meant the holy sword beneath the glory.
There were also Elves in the team, with pointed ears and long blonde hair braided into braids. Their horses were also dressed in white robes, painted with the patterns of sun thorns.
The entire group was shrouded in fluorescent white light, moving slowly but quietly through the forest, making the image seem bizarre.
“My lord, my lord!” Medissa tugged at him twice to bring him back to his senses. Brendel took a breath, this was the Holy Order Knight Squad of the Gretius’ Knight Squad, exactly like the one he had seen in Amber Sword. No, it might be it.
“Rosa!” Someone in the group let out a scream and a knight stumbled out of the group. “Rosa, Rosa? Where are you going?”
“Stop him!” Brendel suddenly reacted, but the man next to him was a little slower and the knight quickly disappeared into the dark forest. The group was flustered and Brendel quickly shouted, “Do not look over there, it is an imagination of the mind, it exists only in your memories. Those are the enchanted dreams of the Lost Names, entwined with your dreams, and if you are tempted, you will be with and for ‘them’- ”
Brendel had already established his authority in the previous battle, and his words had left everyone in awe, so he was able to settle the group down. But Brendel still saw people slowing down, just a little confusion in their hearts and they would be swallowed up by this forest.
Brendel secretly asked Maynild to do a headcount, and in just a few minutes, the entire team had lost seven people. He knew those people would never come back, they would spend their days wandering in a dreamland of the living and would never find their way out, then their souls would haunt the place after they die.
“These undetermined people.” Maynild’s face was cold, and she pursed her lips, the side of her face all distinct under her long dark hair.
Brendel looked back at the female knight with some displeasure, “No one dares to say they can never falter, everyone has someone or something important in their hearts-”
“That’s exactly why they faltered when they should have been determined. Hank’s fiancée, Rosa, is waiting for him to return, and Collins has two sons and a daughter, but they can’t hold on to their determination when it comes to their loved ones-” Maynild’s voice trailed off, “I picked them because I thought they were the best of the best, I thought they would survive and go back.”
Brendel was stunned, and he suddenly saw that Maynild looked very down, “You’re angry b
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