Cassius and the others waited for the cloud to come closer and then, they saw them.
Over twenty knights—horses galloping at full speed, their hooves pounding against the ground with rhythmic precision. Their armor gleamed under the sunlight, their bodies moving in perfect unison, displaying discipline and training far beyond that of ordinary knights.
And yet, the most striking feature?
Not a single man among them.
Every knight was a woman, some appearing as young as their early twenties, while others carried the air of battle-worn veterans in their early middle age. Their expressions were unreadable, hardened by experience, their eyes like sharpened steel, locked onto their target—Cassius.
