Chapter 88: Start of The Journey.
The sun hovered higher in the sky as Ethan and his team wound through the bustling streets of Duskwatch, packs slung over shoulders, weapons strapped tight.
The city teemed with merchants hawking wares, guards in polished armor, and citizens hurrying about their morning tasks.
At last, they reached the towering gates of the Knight Headquarters—a fortress of white stone and dark banners bearing the Swordmaster’s sigil.
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Soldiers in gleaming breastplates stood watch, saluting as Ethan approached.
Inside the massive courtyard, knights sparred with blunted weapons, the ring of steel echoing off the walls. Training dummies lay scattered like casualties of an unseen battle.
At the far end, near a wide marble staircase, stood Selene, clad in her crisp knight uniform. Her silver hair caught the sun, eyes sharp and assessing. Beside her stood two imposing figures in full knight regalia.
One was a man with short, ash-blond hair and storm-grey eyes, his armor engraved with swirling patterns like gusts of wind.
His name was Sir Kellan Highwind, renowned for his unmatched agility and aerial sword techniques.
The other was a tall, broad-shouldered knight with deep bronze skin and close-cropped black hair, exuding a quiet, mountain-like solidity.
This was Sir Corvin Hale, famed for wielding a tower shield so massive it was said he could block a dragon’s breath.
Ethan stepped forward and inclined his head. "Swordmaster. Sir Kellan. Sir Corvin."
Selene gave him a faint smile. "Ethan. You brought your friends, I see?"