Chapter 68: The Fallen God

Hee... ehh... horses neighing filled the air.

Several strong-looking men stood in formation, their heavy armor gleaming with a dark metallic luster.

Each carried an intimidating aura, the kind that would make even the proudest warrior in Solara feel small.

The armor they wore bore a crest, a sun with a sword piercing through it.

At the forefront stood a woman, tall, beautiful, and well-proportioned, her armor made entirely of gold.

The sunlight reflected off her like she was born to command it.

Her golden breastplate bore the same insignia, but the sword on hers cut across the sun diagonally, like a rebellion against conformity.

Behind them, the horses stamped their hooves and whinnied, their breath misting in the forest air.

The group's attention was fixed on a massive crater that looked wildly out of place in the serene woods.

Smoke rose faintly from its edges.