"We must stop them, and the only way to stop them is to destroy them!"
Lord Noyola's eyes blazed like torches, and had anyone been before him, he believed his own momentum would have overwhelmed everything, but before this person, he harbored no such thoughts.
"Mr. Noyola, are you sure that Mr. Frenster and Mr. Vazinsky have already reached an understanding with him?"
Clad in the characteristic hunting attire of a knight, elegant yet imposing, perhaps what set him apart was the banner at his side. Like vines clinging to a flagpole crafted from some unknown metal, it shimmered under the sunlight, resembling a lively serpent in motion.
