"Good day, gentlemen. We shall be making our way toward the promised meeting place, the tent, right now, for we are actually running late," Said Julius, the only person that was late.
Frigs stared at the man, wearing the same armour he was wearing while scolding Frigs just yesterday. A helmet couldn't be found on his head, it was replaced by the man's cocky yet handsome face.
His shiny blond hair and cold blue stares caught Frigs's attention, and he thought, 'This man is lucky to be bornt with that face… He might be the man that every girl desire in my world,'
Anyway, thirty seconds later, the 10 men, five generals and five officers found themselves leaving the safety of the border wall. Toward a big, red tent were they walking, not having any expression on their face.
And soon, they walked into the tent, greeted by the stares of 10 demons, 5 sitting and 5 standing. Frigs felt slightly nervous as his commander sat on the wooden chair and he found himself standing behind Wood.
