Three days after the battle at the City of Peyton, an army composed of ten thousand soldiers arrived at the city.
Leading this army was none other than Great General Sherlock. He had received General Fahad's letter, telling him of the battle that had transpired a few days ago.
"It's good to see you again, Great General," Lux said with a smile.
"Lux, why is it that everytime I see you, our Kingdom is always just a few steps away from complete destruction?" Great General Sherlock asked in a teasing tone. "Death God of the Battlefield. That is what we call you, but I think Herald of Death is a more apt title, don't you think so?"
Lux smirked because he could tell that the Great General was just joking.
"Thanks for giving me such a cool title," Lux replied as he gave the Great General a thumbs up. "I like it."
This time, it was Great General Sherlock's turn to chuckle.
