There was not much difference between the evening and night view at the East of the horizon. The sun has not yet set at the West side, and a pale crescent moon was already up in the sky, partly hidden within the blankets of the sky where the blue faded into black.
And those silhouettes that suddenly appeared marched towards the Crusader Gateway with the sky as their backdrop.
Countless soldiers with their shields raised formed the frontlines, and their armor looked way heavier than the ones donned by the soldiers of the Kingdom. The layers of metal clanked together as they marched. They held no weapons; their huge shields were the only things gripped tightly in their hands.
They walked uniformly in a line, and they looked so imposing that it looked like a moving wall.
