An A-Dam with a crown on his head was riding a horse and by his side was another A-Dam with black hair with some gray and his blue eyes were the most striking. The two figures were scolded by another three in horses and behind them was an army fully equipped, marching through the forest.

Only the steps of their man could be heard; unlike before, distant explosions filled the atmosphere. Now closer to their objective, they had stopped; in their place, tension was among the footmen, but their eyes were firm and focused.

At the distance, movement stopped the soldiers on their tracks, an defensive formation was put to use and a strident and loud voice came from within the formation.

‘Hold it, right there!’ The commanding voice echoed.

‘We came from the fortress of the beasts; help us.’ The man’s voice was struggling for strength.

As the man in the formation was starting to raise his voice, another came from behind him, and a path among the formation was open; the crown was apparent, the blond hair and blue eyes concentrated with the black cap, but the shining silver armor uplifted his aura.

The man looked around, seeing his other soldiers entering a defensive formation, waiting for a possible ambush from the enemies they came here to slay, but nothing happened; he was there in his white horse in front of his army, looking at the large approaching group.

‘Come quickly; don’t be afraid; we are here to slay the creatures in this forest.’ His voice echoed in the forest.

Behind the lines, the other four horsemen stood but only one was stoick and completely imobile, just waiting his turn to act like a wolf waiting for the right moment to strike, his black hair walvering with the wind, seeing the group walking in their direction, now faster than before.

‘Father, how those people escaped from the monsters?’ The young man looked at the black-haired man to his side.

‘Don’t know and don’t care; you shouldn’t occupy your mind with things you can’t explain, son; we need to be prepared only for the fact that this could be a trap.’ He looked at his son for a moment.

‘Ho… I understand, you are right.’ The young man looked to the large group approaching.

The large group was only ten feet from the man in the white horse; up until now, nothing happened, and he looked around and saw signals coming from his other formations saying that there were no enemies visible, but as he did this, voices coming from the large group caught his attention.

‘Like the angels said, they are the Velvent soldiers.’ A woman shouted.

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This made a comotion that erupted in the people getting on their knees one by one and starting to pray, thanking for what had happened.

‘I’m King Rufus Volter; what are those angels you are talking about?’ He spoke with a commanding tone as he pointed to the woman.

His soldiers started to move forward, not in formation but to aid the people; they were being led to the back of the formation by them but some stood face to face with the King.

‘Your Majesty, we are from a small town that was close to this forest; we were captured weeks ago.’ The woman looked to the ground while speaking.

‘We know this; that is why we are here. What about these angels you were talking about?’ Rufus raised his voice.

‘We are only two hundred out of maybe six hundred; the majority served as food for the creatures.’ The woman spoke with dreed in her voice.

‘Are you making me for a fool, woman?’ He pointed his sword at her.

The others covered the woman with their bodies as they tranbled in fear, but one looked up at the king with visible fear in his eyes.

‘I’m sorry, your majesty; she is just in shock for what happened to us. The angels saved us and destroyed all of the creatures on the stronghold ahead; a white-haired A-dam young man with blue eyes pointed us to your majesty.’ The man spoke with a trambled tone.

‘Humm… I understand, we are here to rescue you, but say more about those savious of yours.’ The king put his sword away.

The other four horsemen approached the king from behind, looking at the state of those in the group with concern and curiosity, but one didn't care at all; he only looked around, ignoring everything and everyone.

‘They all were wearing greenish clothes, caring wooden clubs or something, but the white-haired young man was wearing dirty commoner clothes and he carried a large sword.’ The man went up and looked at the king.

‘Humm… Interesting; maybe Lavan forces but an A-dam, Edmund?’ The king talked to himself.

‘Your majesty, let’s investigate this stronghold they are talking about.’ They black-haired horsemen spoke.

‘You are right, Bartholome; let’s continue.’ He moved forward with his horse.

As they passed the commoners, the horsemen noticed that the ones on the ground were murmuring, but with only one hand covering their mouth in the form of a fist, they found this strange but continued.

‘What do you think, Bartholome? Lavan dealt with these creatures before us and I think they may even be using Edmund on the frontlines.’ Rufus scratched his chin.

‘Prohaps, if you want, we could send scouts to see the size of their forces.’ He spoke in a calm manner.

‘Don’t; we are between the territories; this could trigger something bigger; let’s investigate and go home... The idea of pushing these creatures like this was bad; we had to reinforce our border for a problem we caused.’ The king shook his head slowly.

‘Indeed, forces were diverged from the borders with the cofederate tribes to protect the towns and villages around here. We have two thousand troops; I wonder how many they used to take down the fortress.’ Bartholome had a puzzled look on his face.

The king and his army marched for a while but finally they got to the edge of the forest surrounding the fortress and they were all shocked by the sight of the creatures lying on the ground, the walls of the fortress with giant holes in them and crates around the fortress and in the forest itself, where they were standing.

Rufus pointed toward the fortress and the soldiers stated to move toward the ruins of the fortress. Some looked at the bodies of the creatures on the ground and found it weird that some of them had no visible wounds; they could only see blood but no arrows or sword cuts; others completely served in half in a confusion of bodies all around and beneath the A-Dam soldiers.

‘Father, this is strange; where are the bodies of Lavan soldiers? I don’t think they would have the time to get all of them before we get here.’ A blond young man on top of one of the horses pointed at the bodies.

‘Yes, Edinburg, now that you are bringing this up, is indeed strange.’ Rufus looked at his son.

‘We need more information, scouts!!!’ Bartholome raised his voice.

Two horsemen cam to his side from the right and stopped right behind him; the soldiers continued to pass through them as they advanced towards the ruins of the fortress.

‘Go towards the kingdom of Lavan, there! If you find soldiers or anything strange, return. Do not engage.’ His words were firm and crisp.