As dawn's first light crept over the horizon, illuminating the blood-soaked earth, Alterain and his knights trudged back into the village.
The night had been brutal. The unexpected attack of giant centipedes forced him and his men to fight the creatures away from the barracks, risking their lives to ensure the safety of the villagers.
The battle had left him with several minor injuries, cuts from the monsters' venomous pincers and bruises from the struggle, but he barely noticed the pain. His mind was consumed with only one thought—Yves.
After finishing the discussion about subjugating the remaining monsters in the vicinity, Alterain had barely returned when the centipedes swarmed in. He fought valiantly, leading his men with the unyielding precision of the Knight Commander he had become, yet as the battle raged on, he could feel a growing unease gnawing at him.
