The march of the Order of Axiduitas was completely silent.
Despite having more than a hundred men, not a sound could be heard from their steps and the clacking of their weapons. Even their breathing was as quiet as the wind sweeping up a field of dandelions.
It was strange for Severio, Heller, and Bard to be in the middle of the, what they called, pack. The Knights and soldiers were like the beasts their clan wasn't able to hunt because of how covert they were.
Being the warriors they were, they learned to kill the sound of their footsteps. Despite training for more than a decade, it was taxing for the three to remain silent. They could only marvel at their companions for making it look so rudimental.
