"I want to be the vanguard!"
A heavily built man stepped out of the crowd. The muscle ridges on his forehead bore a striking resemblance to a tiger's stripes, and his eyes, glowing with an eerie white light like the stone statues of evil spirits, made one's blood run cold.
"My revered king, great leader of Persia, I, Kalatiya, am willing to serve as the vanguard and march to distant lands."
Chapter 646