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『Oh Lords』

On the back of the horse was a man in gilded half-plate armor over a grey robed tunic and armored greaves. His eyes were centered on the smoking crevice entrance to a cave in the steep side of a mountain. Burnt flesh, molten armor pieces, he could feel his stomach churn.

He was an older gentleman, with groomed jaw-length grey hair and a perfect beard, a waxed mustache. He had these sad hazel grey eyes that reflected the world, something that he'd never hold.

"Hold your positions!"

"Protect your Lord!"

The regular soldiers whom were now scurrying about outside the unknown Dungeon Entrance, were shouting and forming ranks in front of the man whom wore the gold decorated armor.

"What in blazes...?" The Lord finally found the will to speak, he couldn't believe his eyes.

The elite troop of knights given to him by the King himself, had been obliterated in a matter of seconds by someone or something unknown.

"I thought they reported everything dead inside that cavern!" The Lord shouted at the nearest soldier.

"They did My Lord, they did!" The soldier affirmed the events that had transpired earlier.

"THEN WHY THE HELL WAS THERE A SUDDEN BLAST OF ENERGY!?" He snarled, his horse picking up its from legs and swinging them in front of itself majestically.

Just as the Horse made its hooves rest in the hard cold soil, the Lord's eyes rested upon a figure who was stepping out into the open in dark Runic half-plate armor on top of a padded skirted belted jacket with their hood over their head. "What's this?"

Yet as the being fully emerged from the crevice, his massive wingspan became evident.

Everyone in surprise took a step back, gasps of awe. An Angel!? Or be it a monster who steals the divine image!? The Lord himself couldn't tear his gaze away. Something so powerful right in front of him, so divine, reverent and of sacred adoration.

With great pause, the Lord would compose himself, clearing his throat as he used the reigns on his horse to approach. The hooves of his horse clopped onward.

Jack turned his gaze towards the lord after hearing him clear his throat, a brow raised.

"Dear Angel..." the Lord who had just been shouting a moment ago, spoke in a polite tone. "What did my men do to deserve such a... Smiting?"

Jack narrowed his eyes on him as he was addressed as what he appeared to be, which was in a way correct. However, calling him a mere angel didn't appear to be the same, but a lesser breed than himself.

"Sir Reginald tried to kill those under my protection twice, once in the village and once in the cave." Jack's eyes were like an inferno in the sense that they had a glowing blue film easing off of them like smoke. "He had slaughtered those I've tasked to watch over this place..."

The Lord's face paled as he was the one who had given the order to attack the Beastmen, to slaughter them, whilst they were making camp.

Jack's continued to narrow on the man, watching him as his complexion changed as he told his tale.

"Allow... Allow me... Allow me to issue my condolences..." He was tripping over his words as Jack's eyes remained on him. Clearly this gaze was making him uncomfortable.

His eyes shifted over towards the Crevice as Jack's people started to show themselves.

The first one to exit was the Elven Princess, her malachite hues glowing under the moonlight.