Chapter 28: Port Celia
A group of knights clad in light armor galloped past a rural road. Their visors concealed their faces, and the armor, which enveloped their bodies tightly, reflected the golden sunlight. The road, of extremely poor quality, kicked up clouds of dust in their wake—despite the rain that had fallen the night before, the insignificant amount of precipitation had done nothing to prevent the omnipresent dust from rising.
They didn’t know how long they had been traveling day and night. The once-bright armor was now covered in a dull, yellowish layer of mud, and even the horses they rode were filthy.
The journey from Florence to the port had not been peaceful, but since they were all armored and clearly skilled in combat, no fool had been stupid enough to cross their path. After galloping for a while longer and climbing a gentle hill, the leading knight pulled the reins and stopped his horse.
The well-proportioned and strong white horse shook its head, panting heavily, and exhaled white mist from its nostrils. It slowly shuffled its feet in place.
The knights behind him quickly caught up and stopped beside him one after another.
“Captain!”
Several greetings of varying pitches rang out on the deserted hill.
The knight raised the visor of his armor slightly, revealing a pair of clear, emerald green eyes. After several days of travel, these eyes were filled with deep fatigue, but they remained as bright and peaceful as a newborn baby.
Leshert looked into the distance. From their vantage point, they could easily see the vast expanse of the ocean on the horizon. Birds were circling above the sparkling sea, and their clear chirping could be heard from afar.