"They've already retreated?"
An army of 2000 strong marched forward. Despite the lack of enemies before them, their formation remained neat and organized. In fact, other than the unique sound of synchronized footsteps, the army had been completely silent until this point.
At the helm of it all, the warrior who spoke wore black robes accented with white flexible armor. He rode on a scaled horse Leonel would easily recognize as the steeds Heira and the other members of the Kaefir family had been using when they first ran across him.
Of course, the ten individuals who headed this army were the White Knights of White City.
Each of them rode upon one of these scaled horses, their demeanor stoic. It almost seemed out of place for any one of them to speak at all.
Among them, four were women and the remaining six were men.
"They've likely retreated to the first line of mountains." Another White Knight replied indifferently.
