A few miles north of Gera City, there were about a hundred crusaders marching forward. Although their pace looked slow, they were actually going faster than a normal human's running speed.
Winter wind flapped the golden-edged banners held by these warriors. The holy emblem on the banners, crimson and silver, remained pure like their faith.
As sunlight peeked from the cloudy sky, the crusaders' armors glistened like mountaintops.
At their front, a pair of paladins rode white horses, their red cloaks lifted by the soft breeze. Hawk-like eyes gazed ahead through the slits of metallic helmets.
"It is the midday hour. I do not hear the bell." One of the Paladins lifted his lance and pointed downward. [1]
"Reclaim the Cathedral. Exterminate the demons!" The other did the same with a shout.
Horses neighed, raising their legs before galloping downhill, toward the city.
"Charge!"
