King Atria armed and strode out of his chamber. Inside each corridor, soldiers were rushing to make up their squads. Iron shoes were hitting the ground making a clank song. No need to guess or say what they were about to do or go.
In the hall, Lipai weaved each squad and sent them out with their commanders. He asked them to use the power of Taramusian arms and crash bones of each monster. Yet, they could not hide the tinge of fear, which made their skin and eyes paler. Some of them were very young the much that you could assume just began to hold weapons from a year before.
The dust had covered the floor under feet as a reminder of this day decided to record footprints. It might aim to travel along the time and narrate these days from ears to ears, or hit the eyes.
