"Yawn… Gods, this is insufferable. Just standing here for hours, doing nothing but staring at the wall," complained a man clad in battered armour, his sword resting against his hip, the royal emblem glinting in the hazy barrier-light. He stifled another yawn, eyes heavy with boredom as he shuffled near the shimmering edge.
"And the Empress is paying you for all this 'nothing,' isn't she? So shut your trap and do your duty, or she'll have your tongue on a pike before sunset," snapped another soldier, armoured in the same midnight-blue steel, his voice sharp and sour with annoyance.
Just like them, 15 soldiers stood together.
"I just don't get it. If this enchanted barrier's so strong, why do we have to be out here at all? Isn't the magic supposed to keep the monsters out?" wondered a third. He reached out, letting his gloved, armoured fingers brush the shimmering surface.
