assistirfilmes Chapter 1006- Seraphim of Honor— [Barachiel] (3)
Chapter 1006- Seraphim of Honor— [Barachiel] (3)
Chapter 1006- Seraphim of Honor— [Barachiel] (3)
"No matter how many times we look at the map, it won't help" One of the commanders seated around the table strained his neck and looked at his subordinate.
"Any sign of movement from the enemy?"
"None, sir," the scout replied, but his eyes betrayed his apprehension "But they're coming. The reports... they're consistent. There are millions of them. Maybe even tens of millions. We won't..."
He stopped himself, biting his lips.
"Enough. Just keep watch."
The commander dismissed the scout before he could say anything. They all knew how hopeless the situation looked, there was no need for a mere scout to tell them that.
But despite his attempts to keep the scout's words in check, the aura of dread was impossible to shake. Everyone in the room could feel it— the inevitability of the approaching army. It was as if the air itself carried the stench of death.
"How long until reinforcements arrive?" someone asked.
"Reinforcements? " A younger officer scoffed bitterly "Reinforcements that won't arrive in time, you mean?"
His words attracted sharp glares from the others, but no one argued the point.
"Enough with all of that" the officer with the highest authority here, decided to finally open his mouth. His name was Vaylen and he was the knight commander of the kingdom of Orlandos.
That is until the king fled and most of the high ranking officers from the order packed their belongings and gave in their resignation. He on the other hand did not leave and gathered whatever little soldiers and officers he could gather to mount a final resistance.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was the very will of the kingdom of Orlandos' resistance.
Fortunately for them, the ray of hope that they have desperately been waiting for, arrived. Space shook as of it was water and two figures stood at the hall where no one other than them should be allowed to enter.
One fo the even, the silver haired one had the audacity to sit on the King's throne.
"That was some impressive speech. Well said commander, I really like people like you who believe in the strength of the humans and resist until their very end"...
His voice woke the crowd. Alarmed, they got up from their seats and raised their weapons.
"Who are you and how did you reach this place? You dare to sit on the king's throne?"
Although the throne was just an empty decoration now that nobody cared about, it was still a symbolic sign. To see someone sit there, naturally, they were all unpleased.
"Relax, I'm not the one you should point those weapons at. Aren't there other suitable targets for that?" Vincent unbothered by their reactions continued to run his mouth.
"You!!"...
"Haha, everyone please calm down, my friend here means no harm. In fact, we are on the same side" Rothgard intervened to diffuse the situation.
"Vincent you too, stop inciting them and get up from that throne".
At this friend's adamant request, Vincent got up from the throne. The people of the Orlandos were less wary of him now; however, their initial impression of him still made them unable to like him.
"So who are you guys?"
As the man with the highest authority here Vaylen questioned the intruders.