The knights went marching alongside with forest where was the possibility to catch smugglers and this mysterious Mr. Robinson.
Wilmore's horse halted near the thickness of the forest, posing on back feet, forelegs rose, neighed. Wilmore felt the pain in his heart and his vision blurred. He fell off the saddle. His heart ached and he could not fight it.
Hux dismounted and at the same time, strangers attacked them. A bizarre smoke was flooding out, terrifying the Knights horses.
"Protect the prince."
Nicolas yelled out, shooting a man who was releasing arrows to hit the prince. The rebellions expected them.
"Can you move?"
Asked Hux, but Wilmore was shaking.
"The smoke, what is this?"
The smoke was provoking his devil shade. His hands, his face, everything was changing. Hux was scared for the first time. Those fangs were growing, and Wilmore couldn't stop it.
