Noah and Valia could see the far corners of the horizon beneath the clear sky, no longer hidden by the ancient trees. You’d be surprised how young I can pass for by just shaving, young enough to even get into the Knight Academy. “Stop where you are!” the group leader shouted, aiming his bow at Noah’s heart. He was accused of wearing a fake or being a thief more than once. As the men packed up their things and prepared to depart, Reynolds turned to Noah. The sun and wind had lined his face, but age had yet to whiten his hair. From the quality of his armor and the emblem on his shoulder, he appeared to be silver-ranked and had a face that Noah recognized. The sharpness of the blade was unquestionable, carving deep into the tissue, but though blood poured from the wound, it was soon replaced with noxious pus as the flesh knitted itself back together.
