An A-Dam with a crown on his head was riding a horse, and by his side was another A-Dam with black hair and some gray, and his blue eyes were the most striking. The two figures were scolded by another three on horses, and behind them was an army ?equipped, marching through the forest.

  Only the steps of their man could be heard; unlike before, distant explosions filled the atmosphere. Now closer to their objective, they had stopped; in their place, tension was among the footmen, but their eyes were firm and focused.

  The movement in the distance stopped the soldiers in their tracks. A defensive formation was used, and a strident voice came from within.

  ‘Hold it right there!’ The commanding voice echoed.

  ‘We came from the fortress of the beasts; help us.’ The man’s voice was struggling for strength.

  As the man in the formation raised his voice, another came from behind him, and a path among the formation was open. The crown was apparent, and the blond hair and blue eyes were concentrated with the black cap, but the shining silver armor uplifted his aura.

  The man looked around, seeing his other soldiers entering a defensive formation, waiting for an ambush from the enemies they had come to slay. But nothing happened; he was on his white horse before his army, looking at the sizeable approaching group.

  ‘Come?; don’t be afraid; we are here to slay the creatures in this forest.’ His voice echoed in the forest.

  Behind the lines, the other four horsemen stood., Still, only one was stocky and ?immobile. He was waiting his turn to act like a wolf, waiting for the right moment to strike. His black hair wavered with the wind. He saw the group walking in their direction, now faster than before.

  ‘Father, how do those people escape from the monsters?’ The young man looked at the black-haired man at his side.

  ‘Don’t know and don’t care; you shouldn’t occupy your mind with things you can’t explain, son; we need to be prepared only because this could be a trap.’ He looked at his son for a moment.

  ‘Ho… I understand you are right.’ The young man looked at the large group approaching.

  The large group was only ten feet from the man in the white horse; until now, nothing had happened, and he looked around and saw signals coming from his other formations saying that there were no enemies visible, but as he did this, voices coming from the large group caught his attention.

  ‘Like the angels said, they are the Velvent soldiers.’ A woman shouted.

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  This commotion erupted in the people getting on their knees and praying, thanking for what had happened.

  ‘I’m King Rufus Volter; what are those angels you are talking about?’ He spoke with a commanding tone as he pointed to the woman.

  His soldiers moved forward, not in formation but to aid the people; they were being led to the back of the formation, but some stood face-to-face with the King.

  ‘Your Majesty, we are from a small town close to this forest; we were captured weeks ago.’ The woman looked to the ground while speaking.

  ‘We know this; that is why we are here. What about these angels you were talking about?’ Rufus asked.

  ‘We are only two hundred out of maybe six hundred; the majority served as food for the creatures.’ The woman spoke with dread in her voice.

  ‘Are you making me for a fool, woman?’ He pointed his sword at her.

  The others covered the woman with their bodies as they trembled in fear, but one looked up at the king with visible fear in his eyes.

  ‘I’m sorry, Your Majesty. She is just in shock about what happened to us. The angels saved us and destroyed all the creatures in the stronghold ahead. A white-haired A-dam young man with blue eyes pointed us to Your Majesty.’ The man spoke in a trampled tone.

  ‘Humm… I understand we are here to rescue you, but say more about those saviors of yours.’ The king put his sword away.

  The other four horsemen approached the king from behind, concerned and curious about the group's state, but one didn't care. He looked around, ignoring everything and everyone.

  ‘They all were wearing greenish clothes, carrying wooden clubs or something, but the white-haired young man was wearing dirty commoner clothes, and he carried an enormous sword.’ The man went up and looked at the king.

  ‘Humm… Interesting; maybe Lavan forces but an A-dam, Edmund?’ The king talked to himself.

  ‘Your majesty, let’s investigate this stronghold they are discussing.’ The black-haired horsemen spoke.

  ‘You are right, Bartholome; let’s continue.’ He moved forward with his horse.

  As they passed the commoners, the horse riders noticed that the ones on the ground were murmuring, but with only one hand covering their mouths as a fist. They found this strange but continued.

  ‘What do you think, Bartholome? Lavan dealt with these creatures before us, and I think they may even be using Edmund on the frontline.’ Rufus scratched his chin.

  ‘Perhaps, if you want, we could send scouts to see the size of their forces.’ He spoke calmly.

  ‘Don’t; we are between the territories; this could trigger something bigger; let’s investigate and go home... The idea of pushing these creatures like this was bad; we had to reinforce our border for a problem we caused.’ The king shook his head slowly.

  ‘Indeed, forces diverged from the borders with the Confederate tribes to protect the towns and villages around here. We have two thousand troops; I wonder how many they used to take down the fortress.’ Bartholome had a puzzled look on his face.

  The king and his army marched for a while before finally reaching the forest's edge surrounding the fortress. They were all shocked by the sight of the creatures lying on the ground, the fortress's walls with giant holes in them, and crates around the fortress and the forest where they were standing.

  Rufus pointed toward the fortress, and the soldiers started to move toward its ruins. Some looked at the bodies of the creatures on the ground and found it strange that some had no visible wounds; they could only see blood but no arrows or sword cuts. Others were cut in half, creating a confusion of bodies all around and beneath the A-Dam soldiers.

  ‘Father, this is strange; where are the bodies of Lavan soldiers? I don’t think they would have the time to get all of them before we get here.’ A blond young man on top of one horse pointed at the bodies.

  ‘Yes, Edinburg, now that you are bringing this up, it is strange.’ Rufus looked at his son.

  ‘We need more information, scouts!!!’ Bartholome raised his voice.

  Two horsemen came to his side from the right and stopped right behind him. The soldiers continued to pass through them as they advanced towards the fortress's ruins.

  ‘Go towards the kingdom of Lavan, there! If you find soldiers or anything strange, return. Do not engage.’ His words were firm and crisp.