The warhorse beneath him was the same, obeying Samuel with full submission.
Nord watched Samuel's departing figure, and his words seemed more like a provocation than a decision.
Fulfill your duty or run away like those panicked soldiers.
Nord didn't hesitate long. He tightened the reins and followed closely behind Samuel, struggling to push through the crowd and advancing side by side with him.
"Aren't you afraid?" Samuel asked with a hint of curiosity, "I can see the fear in your eyes."
"I know, I know."
Nord forced himself to stay composed and continued speaking.
"But I've also lived through that night."
"The Night of the Holy Arrival?"
Samuel uttered the forbidden term, his expression even more surprised, not expecting to encounter someone who had experienced it firsthand.
"Yes, because I've been through it, I know if we don't extinguish these disasters in their cradle, we'll eventually face an apocalypse."
