Jacob Stockton was a young man in his early twenties. He had only been serving in the army of the Empire of Light known as the Holy Army for less than a year now, so his rank was still quite low. He had yet to gather enough merits to be recognized and promoted.
Initially, Jacob had thought that this would be his chance to shine, but ever since the battle against the defenders of Fort Bender had begun, he had been feeling uneasy.
'This is no righteous cause...' He thought to himself as he blocked the attack of a warrior on the opposite side with his sword. His blade flashed and he struck the man at the back of the head with the butt of his sword, knocking him out. He did not want to kill any of them. Because he felt it was not right. Unjust. Unfair.
