As a Fisherman harvested his gains from afar…
The Imperium Martial King of Cappadocia was aflame with anger.
|This was a simple mission…|
His hand lifted from the stable visage of Knight Palmino as his aged gaze hung onto him and Knight Akalusia closely.
The Loot Markers were entirely erased from the foreheads of the remaining Knights with the shocking power of the Imperium Martial King, but two forces of the Imperium had fallen nonetheless.
An Observer, and a Knight!
A Knight stemming from a Trainee Red Legion that was being trained to succeed one of the genuine Red Legions of the Imperium to fight against Omniversal Pillagers!
How could one fall so easily?
In front of the willow tree full of an overabundance of existential life force.
