Hours later, Asher rode into the paladin camp, his horse's hooves crunching softly against the frost-covered ground. Around him, paladins were busy doing one thing or the other, but their movements stopped as their attention turned to the group of 240 men trailing behind him.
These newcomers were veteran knights from Winter Stronghold, yet the expression of the paladins who had their arms crossed made it clear that they considered these knights too weak.
A few knights felt offended at the silent judgement, but their irritation faltered when they saw Levi enter the camp, dragging an enormous pile of tree trunks behind him effortlessly.
"Is… he a human? Beast? A minotaur, maybe?" one knight murmured, wide-eyed.
