The Herders scattered in all directions.
Black-armored Cavalry encircled a helmet-shining officer as they came before Colonel Jeska.
"In the end, it's still me saving your little life," said the helmet-shining officer.
The one-eyed Colonel was far from grateful, "I'd like to know what are you even good for if you could let an entire thousand-man squad slip through?"
"Not even a stint overseas could cure your sourness," the other laughed. "I truly regret pulling you back!"
The officer dismounted, removed his helmet, revealing meticulously groomed facial hair and a pair of wild eyes—it was Colonel Castor Roderick, who had come to Wolf Town months ago to chase down smugglers.
Castor and Jeska looked at each other for a long while, then burst into laughter and embraced each other in a bear hug.
...
The tides had turned, and everyone was overjoyed.
