Noble Jess stood rooted to the spot, his eyes wide with a cocktail of awe, trepidation, and a hint of envy. Before him unfolded a scene he'd never dared imagine, even in his wildest dreams or most fanciful nightmares.
"The-the Light Knights!" Noble Jess couldn't help but murmur, his voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking any louder might shatter the impossible tableau before him.
Each figure that stood before him radiated a power that defied comprehension, their auras a palpable force that seemed to press against his skin. These were warriors of such caliber that even the thought of crossing blades with them sent a shiver down Noble Jess's spine, a primal part of him recognizing predators far beyond his league.
The Light Knights exuded an aura that spoke of countless battles fought and won, of wisdom earned through trials that would have broken lesser beings.
