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"Sir! I have news to report!" The [Scout] saluted.
Yerzhen, the Bear of Ailendamus, and one of the [Generals] of its armies looked down from his horse. "What is it?" Time was of the essence. They'd prepared and positioned themselves. Moving quickly across the border was the next step.
"We've encountered a wall!"
"A wall?" Yerzhen snorted. "Knock it down. What's your name [Soldier]? Why are you informing me instead of your [Field Marshal]?" While he wasn't a stickler for formality like some honor-addled [Knight], Yerzhen still believed in the chain of command. [Scouts] shouldn't report directly to him unless it was something far more serious than a wall.
"Roddy, Sir!" The [Scout] saluted again. "We tried that, Sir! The wall is enchanted, Sir!"
Yershen palmed his face and slowly moved his hand down. "Let's go talk to your C.O. and see what this is all about."
...
Yerzhen lowered the spyglass. "Impossibly fine construction. I don't see a single blemish or warp." [Eyes of the General] might give him the ability to follow the fastest of units on the other side of a battlefield, but extra magnification helped.
[Field Marshal] Tenyet nodded. "Yes, Sir. Who would waste so much metal making a wall in the first place, and how did they transport it? Even an [Archmage] would be hard-pressed to move such a thing, it must way thousands of pounds!"
"And no enemy [Soldiers]?"
"No, Sir." Tenyet pointed at a map in his hastily set-up command tent. "We've sent [Scouts] into the mountains and around the edges, there are no signs of anyone at all."
"[Hunters] can be very good at concealing themselves. That's especially true in Noelictus where every cursed thing is black." Yerzhen put a finger on the map and traced a line. "This is not the best place for a wall, or even a good place. Here or here would allow for ambushes, harrying actions, or a defensive front."
"Yes, Sir. I noticed that as well."
Yerzhen stroked his chin. "So it's clearly a trap, but of what kind? If it were wood or stone, our Greatbows could knock it down easily enough." Seriously, who built a WALL out of metal? "The ground is solid rock, so our [Sappers] won't be able to undermine it quickly."
"Perhaps Ovela means to prevent us from bringing our horses and artillery, Sir? The rest of our troops can build ladders to scale it without too much time wasted. We can haul over our chests of holding. That way we can even transport all our Greatbows. Our only loss would be our calvary." Which they didn't have much of anyways. [Knights] were far more common in Ailendamus than horses.
"That will take too long, and I'll not have a mysterious structure at our back. It might explode or start launching spells while we maneuver around it." Yerzhen frowned and thought about the wall itself. "It's not nearly cost-effective." He shook his head. "Even building or moving a stone wall would be time and money better spent elsewhere. No, the only reason why they would use metal, and why it appeared so quickly, and why they weren't afraid of blocking a major trade route is because it must have been created with a skill."
"A skill, Sir? Surely not."
"Don't you remember the King of Destruction?" Tenyet shook his head. "No?" Yerzhen continued. "One of his Seven was, is an [Architect]. People dismissed his contributions to a direct fight, that was until fortifications appeared overnight. It's not a waste if its only use is creating a wall. Especially if whomever did this can't surround a city. In that case, blocking a narrow passageway makes sense."
"So what do we do?"
Yerzhen shrugged. "We go through it, we have no other option. Fire Lance-Arrows at its top. See if you can topple it. Otherwise, we'll need to use fire magic. It will take some effort, but we can heat it as hot as a forge and have it melt."
"That will leave the area unapproachable for hours, no, days, Sir."
Yerzhen waved him off. "That's what we have ice magic for. The only concern is if our [Mages] and enchanted bolts will be sufficient. We can't afford to spend too much of our artillery here."
...
Ailendamus' Greatbows were a marvel of technological accomplishment. The ballista-sized crossbows had two limbs that crossed in an 'X' shape. They were far too large for a man to use by themselves. However, clever mechanics inside of them allowed their metallic strings to be pulled back with a crank.
They were Ailendamus' answer to siege warfare. More easily mass-made than [Mages]. More effective than ballistas or catapults. Similar enough to bows and crossbows that skills transferred over. A single one could kill an armored knight at two thousand feet. Hundreds of them could destroy castles.
Yerzhen growled as another Lance-Arrow fell to the ground without leaving so much as a scratch.
Was one enchanted wall too much for them?
"What's the hold up?" Raganest du Ecte strolled into his command tent like he owned it. "Why are we breaking camp so far away from Ovela?"
Yerzhen glared at him. The term was 'pitching camp', but he didn't dare correct the [Baron]. "There's a wall in our way that we must deal with first."
"A wall?" Raganest glared at him. "A WALL? We've stopped so you can tear down a wall?"
"Yes."
"Can a [General] not find a way past a simple wall? Use the Greatbows! Use explosive Lance-Arrows! Use your skills!!"
Yerzhen nodded. "We are doing so, but it is enchanted. We are striving to topple it without expending too many resources." It was looking like they'd need to start using some more potent skills, but it would be foolish to expend too many. Skills had cooldowns, and they had the real fight ahead of them.
Rananest slammed his fist onto the table. "I don't want to hear excuses, I want results! Time is the most important resource and you're wasting it!" He looked around the tent. "I'll have my servants unpack my desk here. You obviously need supervision."
...
Yerzhen growled like his namesake.
Shooting the wall with non-enchanted Lance-Arrows had revealed it was protected by a shimmering magical barrier. Fair enough. He hadn't expected them to work, but it was always a good idea to test assumptions. The wall might've been a finely crafted illusion. The amount of intelligence they'd gained in exchange for a short amount of time and a negligible loss of ammunition was good.
The enchanted Lance-Arrows worked better.
Elemental effects broke through somewhat. Fire left scorch marks on the metal wall. Ice left frost. Electricity didn't seem to do much, but hidden compartments or mechanisms might have been affected. One couldn't knock down a wall with scorch marks though.
He'd given the okay for troops to approach in person. That hadn't triggered any traps, and they'd recovered the surprisingly intact Lance-Arrows. Climbing hadn't worked. The magical barrier extended several inches from the wall's surface and was impossibly smooth. Ladders might be an option, but it was still too risky.
Importantly, the magic shield couldn't withstand skills. Even a low-level one like [Heavy Blow] caused it to flicker out of existence... for about two seconds. Still, that was long enough to inflict some minor damage on the wall itself.
The problem, of course, was that even without the magical barrier, it was still an enormous chunk of metal. Even [Piercing Blow] had only let a sword sink less than an inch inside.
It was like it was some sort of puzzle-box that had been upscaled. Of course, all the good ones of those had been in short supply ever since the Archmage of Izril had secluded herself.
It might've been an enjoyable challenge, if not for it delaying their invasion and the increasingly annoying Raganest du Ecte. The [Baron] had a one track mind, and he did not care for the reality of the situation. He was pushing for them to resume their march before daybreak.
On one hand, that made sense. Their plans involved using the night to hide their movements as much as possible. However, that ship had sailed. You couldn't camp on a road for hours - throwing Lance-Arrows around without someone noticing. Even if the skill wore out and the wall vanished, Ovela had to already know that they were coming.
Of course, one could argue (and Raganest constantly was) that time was still vital. Less time to prepare could mean the difference between a fast military action and a prolonged siege.
Yerzhen thought that the appearance of a wall only a high-level person could create was proof that they'd lost the element of surprise a long time ago.
Still, he had his orders.
"Heat up a Lance-Arrow as hot was we can make it, and then fire it with [Piercing Shot]." The messenger saluted him and ran off to relay the command.
Yerzhen stepped out of the tent and waited. Before long, a streak flew from their camp, across the dark sky, and towards the wall. He followed it with his spyglass.
The Lance-Arrow was glowing white from the heat. Only its well-forged materials and durability enchantments allowed it to retain its shape as it flew.
He watched it pierce the metal wall and sink more than a foot deep. Slowly, the wall began to glow. It was hard to notice at first, as the Lance-Arrow was still shining brightly. However, as the heat transferred away from the projectile, it glowed less and the wall glowed more.
A dull red. That meant it wasn't a Dwarf-forged wall or anything equally preposterous. It glowed, which meant it would melt.
Yerzhen prepared to give the command to launch a volley. It would hurt to use up a skill like [Volley: Piercing Arrows], but he would have to if he wanted the wall destroyed quickly.
It was then that the gigantic figure appeared in the sky.
I watched Ailendamus' troops as they approached my wall with my hidden cameras. Despite my time in Ovela, I still didn't have a good inner model of the neighboring country. Seraphel and the people of Noelictus had nothing good to say about them. According to them, they were war-mongers who aggressively expanded their borders. If they weren't currently at war, that was because they were busy probing to see who they could conquer next.
I didn't want to make any comparisons to countries from Earth Bet. It would be too easy to start associating them with other aspects if I did that.
However, it didn't seem like a nuanced understanding was needed. Ailendamus may or may not have sent the [Necromancer] as a prelude/justification for war. There was no way for me to confirm that. What didn't need confirmation was the literal army at the gates. The simple fact was they were attacking and they were going to kill people.
I had teleported to the foot of the mountain pass on Noelictus' side. I needed to be closer, but several scouts from Ailendamus had bypassed the wall already.
The solution was simple.
I un-Inventoried my Samus armor and Cawthorne suit and then took off - straight up.
I was noticeable while using my jets - especially at night, so I had to liftoff from a distance. Once I was in the air, I created some wings with my forcefield and reduced my personal gravity. This allowed me to glide without putting on a light show. Admittedly, it was slower, but that was okay.
While I drew closer, Ailendamus began to attack my wall. There had to be tens of thousands of them. Most of them wore full plate, but I spotted a few in the back with less armor. They had hundreds of strange 'X' shaped ballistas, which they used to fling bolts from far away with great accuracy. I narrowed my eyes. That was too accurate. They either had some amazing spotters, or magic and skills were involved. Or both.
The first attacks did nothing.
What were they thinking? You couldn't tear down an iron wall like that. Metal was too flexible. A rigid substance, like rock, could be fractured from heavy blows, but metal would just deform.
...Unless there were skills or magic involved. If a parahuman started shooting arrows with a bow at a bank vault, I wouldn't sit back and laugh at their foolishness. I'd be concerned because they knew something I didn't.
I reached the airspace over my wall as they switched to firing glowing arrows. The clearly magical projectiles were stopped my my forcefield, but it drained my barrier of all its power. While the pylons I carried with me weren't Endbringer level, they still could stop the momentum of a speeding car. And that wasn't taking into account the massive reduction in physical damage my skills imparted.
The enchanted ammunition seemed to ignore the reduction entirely. They also either had significantly more mass than I'd assumed, or they were particularly good at damaging my forcefield.
Of course, the main part of my wall didn't rely on Tinkertech or powers. While it might be pixelated to mimic iron, it was also actually iron underneath. There was no visible clue, but I suspected the pixelation had been broken - just like the forcefield.
The iron underneath was damaged, but it had far too many HP to be worn down like that.
While I circled above, I noticed some birds below me also flying over the wall. Threat Sense let me know they were watching me. Spies? Shapeshifters? A Bird-Master somewhere? I suspected they were from Noelictus. The monochromatic country boasted about their [Hunters]. Hunters and Rangers in games had animal companions and the like. It seemed a reasonable guess that the same logic held in this world.
Meanwhile, Ailendamus sent people to attack my wall in melee.
Really?
I can understand not wanting to be stymied by a wall - no matter how impressive. There was a real sunk cost fallacy for all the effort of marshaling so many troops. Not to mention, they wouldn't be able to expand their territory more.
Then again, I shouldn't judge. This world had magic. If they were hacking at my wall with swords, there was probably a good reason for it.
One result was that my opinion of Ailendamus kept sinking. I hadn't REALLY expected them to throw up their arms and say 'guess we won't kill anyone for land because there's a wall', but I'd hoped for... I dunno... something else.
Their ground forced withdrew, and they launched an arrow that glowed white-hot with heat. It struck my wall and started melting it!
THAT was impressive! With enough of those, they could do some real damage.
Why did they even have ammunition like that? What would one of those do to wooden walls? Were they planning on razing Ovela to the ground?
Whelp. It was time for a show of force. If this didn't dissuade them, then I'd have to target their fancy crossbows. If that didn't work, then an apparently tried and true method of fighting armies on this world was to kill their leaders. Leadership classes were like empowering Trumps in that they could boost all the other troops under their command.
Cut off the head, and the snake dies.
I projected an image of myself downward to warn them one last time. While I did that, I un-Inventoried my Juggernaut Laser. Threats were only good if you could back them up.
Yerzhen glared at the figure who was larger than the Dame of the Hills and that stood atop the melting wall. It was clearly an illusion. He had to guess the [Mage] behind it was part [Artist]. The fake image was created from numerous joined squares and looked vaguely humanoid. It spoke with a voice that was calm and conversational-level, but that seemed to reach every person in the army judging by their reactions.
"Leave. I do not wish to hurt or kill you, but I will."
Yerzhen motioned to his [Camp Aid]. "Get the [Mages] working on tracing that spell and preparing shields. Have the Greatbows ready to fire as soon as we have a target."
The figure hefted a... staff? It was also made of cubes. He held it horizontally with both hands while another trail of cubes extended from it to the image's back.
The standoff lasted for minutes before a report came back. "Sir!" His subordinate saluted. "The [Mages] report they can find no trace of magic! Their spells, however, do only detect light and sound from the creature."
Yerzhen stroked his chin. This... was troubling. Ailendamus was not known for their magical might, but their [Mages] were all decently leveled. To shield its magic from them implied that the person behind the projection was powerful and skilled. He should report this back to the [King] and get guidance.
"Fire!" A voice from behind him called out. "Fire all Greatbows at it!
Yerzhen turned and glared, but he couldn't countermand Raganest's order. He could only watch as a swarm of Lance-Arrows flew towards the figure.
That was when all Hell broke out.
The figure shrunk until it was human-sized. Fire appeared at its back and upon each joint. The flames propelled it through the air faster than a swallow in flight. It flitted through the swarm of Lance-Arrows like it was dancing. Those that came anywhere close to it were knocked out of the sky by more shimmering walls of magic that briefly appeared.
In fact, now that it was in motion and illuminated by its own flames, Yerzhen could see gossamer wings of magic that extended from its back. It was that same magic that it used to shield its wall and to now protect itself.
A flash of light blinded him. Yerzhen blinked away the fading line as cries came from the army. Again and again the light flashed out from the figure's staff to deadly effect. It was Light magic, but it moved far faster than any spell he'd ever seen. So fast he couldn't track it with his eyes! "Report!"
His aid nodded. "[Status Update]." His eyes grew wide. "Ten Greatbows are... gone. We have Fifty-Seven casualties from their crews. Severe burns and shrapnel. Healing potions are being applied."
Yerzhen swore. "Get the [Mages] to shield our artillery! Now!!" He glanced back at the man who'd started this confrontation before they were ready, but Raganest just sat back in his chair with his arms crossed.
Yerzhen took a deep breath. What did they know? Enchanted Lance-Arrows were effective at taking down a shield momentarily. Piercing skills could bypass them. What else? It was clear they'd have to fight magic with magic. The rest of his troops were sitting ducks.
What was their opponent?
The voice it had used sounded masculine, so it was probably a man. Or a golem in the 'shape' of a man. He'd never personally seen the creations of the [Archmage of Golems] in action, but he'd heard tales of how they could wipe out armies.
Ten more lances of light rained down on his army. Yerzhen frowned. What was that? A thirty second delay? Far too short for a Skill, so it had to be a spell or an artifact. He tried to get a better look with his spyglass, but the figure was moving too fast.
Still, there was the odd-looking staff it used, or would it be better described as a large wand or a lance? The creature's weapon was clearly an artifact, the same as it. Golems could use weapons, but they usually relied on the magic that created them to fight. So did that mean...
"It's armor." He whispered to himself. "It's a man wearing a relic." He turned to his aid. "Report!"
"Yes, Sir! [Status Update]. Ten more Greatbows have been destroyed. The magical shields held for a moment, but shattered under the attack. Sixty-One more casualties. One death."
Yerzhen nodded. "It pauses for about a second when it attacks, and attacks ten times in rapid succession before needing to gather more mana. Have the [Mages] cease focusing on defense and instead link up to enchant as many Lance-Arrows as possible. Spread them out." He did a [Rapid Calculation]. "They have fifty-five seconds to finish."
They'd have to survive another round of bombardment, but they'd strike back after that!
Yerzhen's face was grim as ten more beams of light destroyed ten more Greatbows. "[Army-wide Command]. All units cease fire. Prepare a volley for when it pauses to attack. Use every skill!" Now was not the time to hold back.
Yerzhen was not a [Greatbow Commander] or any similar class. His skills made his troops tougher, stronger, and fearless. That did not mean his army was lacking in ranged options. [Greatbow Snipers]. [Archery Captains]. [Greatbow Cranker]. There were countless special classes for their country's signature weapon.
Shouts of: "[Piercing Shot]. [Unerring Aim]. [Instantaneous Reload]. [Volley: Piercing Arrows]. [Tracking Shot]. [Headshot]. [Assassin's Arrow]. [Splintering Shot]. [Explosive Shot]." And more came from across the army.
It might have been overkill.
Some of those skills had a cooldown of hours, days, or even weeks. They would be in no position to take Ovela quickly without them. The alternative wasn't any better. They also wouldn't be able to gain a foothold in Noelictus if all their Greatbows were destroyed or if everyone was dead.
The first Lance-Arrows were dodged. Their attacker stopped firing his weapon and jerked suddenly to the side. The piercing shots made his magical walls ineffective, so he had to rely on his speed. A Lance-Arrow splintered into twenty copies of itself a dozen feet from him. He avoided them all, except for one that struck him in the thigh.
Suddenly, he was no longer made of cubes. Instead, his sleek metal armor was revealed as whatever enchantment was on it broke.
After that hit, the floodgates were opened. It might not have been a mortal blow on its own, but the force of the impact had spun him around in midair. Another arrow struck the thick armor on his back. Then another took him in the shoulder. The head and heart shots penetrated deep, and then exploded. That finished the fight.
Yerzhen watched as the boneless form plummeted to the ground.
He wondered if they might be able to re-enchant the armor to make up for their other failures. Probably not. It was clearly an artifact. The secrets to creating or repairing those had been lost to time.
He nodded to their fallen foe with respect. As foolish as he was to oppose Ailendamus, at least he'd shown courage. If he'd fought alongside Ovela, he might've driven them back. If he'd only accepted Ailendamus' rule, he would've found glory instead of death.
He needed a drink.
"I take it you're the leader?"
Yerzhen whirled around as he heard an unfamiliar voice from inside his tent!
He rushed inside to find another person in a cubic set of armor! It had orange arms, a yellow body, and a red chest and helmet. Different from the white armor in the sky, but clearly related.
"So he wasn't alone." Yerzhen growled as he charged. He wasn't named the 'Bear of Ailendamus' for nothing. While the assailant was tall, Yerzhen was taller. You didn't get to be a [General] without being able to deal with head-hunters that sought to weaken your army with your death. "[Bear Hug]. [I Crushed Magic With My Grip]."
The armored figure spun inhumanly fast!
Yerzhen saw the punch coming, and twisted out of the way, but his movements were matched perfectly! A fist like thunder hammered into his side!
Yerzhen grimaced in pain. It was a precision blow to his kidneys. His armor might've softened it, but it still felt like they'd exploded. Before he could bring his arms together to trap his opponent, a hook from the other side stuck precisely and broke his pelvis, which caused him to lose his balance. An uppercut dented his breastplate and lifted him off his feet. Time seemed to slow down even more as his opponent drew back his arm. The straight caught him in his chest - at the exact same place where it had already been struck. It was the strongest part of his armor, but it collapsed under the strength of the final blow.
It had all happened in less than a second. He'd only been able to make out the precision of the individual moves due to [Eyes of the General].
Yerzhen flew back with dented armor and a broken sternum. He coughed as blood pooled in his mouth. He tried to raise his arms, but failed. His wounds were mortal unless someone quickly administered a healing potion to him. Despite his physique and training, Yerzhen still had the fatal flaw of all [Strategist]-type classes: He couldn't use his best skills on himself. Otherwise, he could obey his own order to: [Do Your Duty]. That would let him continue to move, to fight. Since he couldn't, his only option was to cling to consciousness as the world started fading to black.
"Who are you?" Raganest demanded from behind his desk as he fumbled with a monocle.
"You may call me 'Pixel'." The cubic man turned back towards the [Baron] before standing strangely still. "You will withdraw your troops and swear to never attack Noelictus again. Anyone who makes a move against me, will die." The last sentence was said with enough confidence that Yerzhen shivered.
It was the sort of thing that wasn't a threat or a warning. It was a promise.
"'Pixel' eh?" Raganest sneered. "Like 'Pixie'? You are as annoying as those winter sprites, I'll give you that."
What? Why was Raganest antagonizing him? Yerzhen focused on his superior and saw it. The monocle that was enchanted with [Appraise]. "No..." His warning was barely a whisper and drained the last air from his lungs.
"What did you do? Find some relic with your family and decide to be a [Hero]?" The [Baron] laughed. "You? You aren't even level twenty! An [Artificer] and a [Wanderer]? Those are weak classes for a weak man."
Yerzhen tried to shake his head or to say something, but he couldn't inhale. The armor was clearly blocking the monocle's effect! Had Raganest not seen how he'd moved? Less than level twenty? No fighting classes? Did he think that someone like that could have taken Yerzhen down with his fists? Raganest didn't realize he was playing with fire.
"Hal-" His [Camp Aid], who had slipped out at the start, returned with his five elite [Bodyguard Knights]. Pixel glanced over, and Yerzhen's eyes opened wider as all six of his best subordinates collapsed to the ground. A second later, and they were disintegrated! They'd vanished and had left nothing but their armor behind!
Pixel had killed them without a single gesture, without a single word!
...And Raganest, the fool, hadn't even noticed!
"Let me tell you what's going to happen." The fool in question smiled. "You are going to remove that ridiculous armor and surrender immediately. If you don't, Ailendamus won't stop with you. We'll kill you. Then we'll find your sister and kill her too!"
Yerzhen tried to cough to get Raganest's attention, but it was too late. He had used his capstone skill: [Intimate Threat]. It granted him insight into a person's fears. Insight so profound that was a threat in and of itself. It was a skill that the [Baron] could use to browbeat anyone in a duel of words, but it wouldn't help him now!
A blue light flashed in his mouth.
Yerzhen blinked. What was that?
Raganest narrowed his eyes. "You think we can't? Ailendamus is a global power. There's nowhere she can hide."
Another blue light.
"It doesn't matter if she's in Noelictus, somewhere else in Terandria, or even on another continent. We'll find her. Then we'll kill her, slowly."
The blue light shown again. Yerzhen gasped as he realized it was Raganest's ring of protection being activated! Pixel was trying to kill him with his invisible attack!
"Or we'll sell her to Roshal. Let the [Slavers] have their way with her!"
The blue light flashed again.
Yerzhen ground his teeth. He still couldn't draw a deep enough breath to say anything! Conversely, Raganest was killing himself with every word he spoke.
"No? That's too lenient." Raganest smiled. "We'll send her to Rhir, and let the demons eat her!"
The blue light shown, and then sputtered out.
"You know we'll do it. Ailendamus' glory will never fade. You will be a footnote in-"
Raganest coughed.
Blood mixed with a green substance was expelled from his mouth. Yerzhen watched in horror as the blood turned green in mid-air. The liquid landed on the desk with a sizzle before expanding and dissolving the wood.
Acid.
He couldn't turn away. Even if Yerzhen could move his head, the brutality of the attack transfixed him. A gurgling scream filled the tent as Raganest's jaw dissolved! He clawed at his throat, but all that accomplished was to spread the deadly substance to his hands. Skin, flesh, bone - his fingers melted one by one! Yerzhen was horrified as the thing that was once a man was literally liquefied before his eyes!
It had taken mere seconds before only a puddle was all that remained of Raganest du Ecte.
Pixel turned away from his victim, looked down, and raised his hand. Yerzhen matched his stare. He'd look his death in the eyes.
...He felt better.
His lungs decompressed. His sternum snapped back into place. His pelvis rearranged itself. Finally, the intense pain from his side receded. The armor he wore remained dented and tight around his chest. It was hard to breathe, but it was now possible. Yerzhen inhaled and exhaled several times before the darkness receded from his vision and he felt like he could say anything. "You're healing me?" He should've been surprised at the casual demonstration of yet another impossible feat, but there was only so much a man could take before he started to become numb to the unthinkable.
Could this be a dream?
Pixel nodded. "If you swear to withdraw and never darken my doorstep again."
Yerzhen staggered to his feet and then knelt. "I swear on my honor that we will withdraw. Neither my men or I will ever wage war on Noelictus ever again!"
"Good." Pixel turned towards the tent's exit. "Then I'm done here."
Yerzhen blinked and stood up. "Just like that?"
"Just like that."
Yerzhen bowed. "I am no [Knight], but you can trust in my word and my honor."
Pixel looked over his shoulder. "No I can't." His voice dripped with scorn. "What I can trust in is my own power." He paused for a second before adding. "What's so honorable about attacking another country anyways? Hypocrite."
Then, without warning, he vanished.