In a forest on the path, far away from the place a burly, stone-faced man was doubting his life, a group of ten people was gathered.
They were not standing neck to neck, nor were they in a circle. Some were on the strong branches of the big trees around. To be clear, only the old trees in the center of the amazonian rainforest could rival the ones of this forest in height, and even then, only in height.
Some others were also in different positions, keeping vigil while one person was kneeling on one knee in the empty space in the middle. They were all humans, as while they had different skin tones, none were gray-skinned, and they had hair, along with only a pair of eyes. Moreover, their clothes were identical, a uniform with the logo of a sword over a shield.
