Revica, my men and women in arms, and I headed towards the Kingdom of Hearts, hoping to meet with King Lenon. My army comprised one-hundred thousand men armed with various designs of swords, daggers, spears, and bows. They were all equipped to fight against any barbarian against our way.
We used an ability that concealed our presence, with the help of our elders casting the spell. We called the skill [Mist of Concealment]. It was like the meaning of its name as we launched the spell that hid our existence for a limited duration.
Once the spell ran out, it would activate a notification inside my head and decay for about a minute before revealing us. With that said, I felt secure during our trip.
