After his no-nonsense speech, the Soulmancer resumed his aloof stance, and the officer leading the procession commanded the regiment to resume the march toward Grimstone Keep. They covered the final kilometers without incident, soon approaching an archaic-looking medieval fortress that loomed about a hundred meters high.
"Halt!"
A mere half-kilometer from the gates, a guard in plate armor, stationed on the battlements above, bellowed at them with a thunderous voice, compelling them to slow their pace. The guard's voice was imbued with a palpable killing intent, making the knees of the fresh recruits buckle.
Jake also arched a surprised brow. His Cosmic Eye allowed him to clearly see the thick murderous aura shrouding the guard's burly, menacing figure.
