This cavalry of three hundred men, clad in heavy black armor adorned with ox horns, swept in like a violent gale. They came to a uniform, abrupt halt before the roadside tavern, kicking up a cloud of dust.
At their head sat a commanding officer, holding high a banner, his posture as straight and unyielding as a pine. He uttered not a word, his sharp, piercing gaze sweeping coldly over the face of every single person inside the tavern.
That chilling glare sent a shiver through the patrons like a blade of frost.
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