Two figures walked through the land just before the enemy camp where all the campfires and tents were located.
They moved slowly and with a relaxed pace, trying to look natural. They were clad in full suit of dark leather and plate armor covering them from head to toe.
The armor was stained with dirt and dried blood and it had a red rose emblem that was visible on their chests, dim in the flickering torchlight from the campfires.
However, one of its petals looked like they had been broken off. It was a reasonable choice. They didn't want themselves to be turning into those half dead monsters, after all.
The metal plates chafed Allen's skin while the leather straps he wore were stiff and dug into his shoulders.
He felt clumsy and loud with every step, being stuck in this piece of armor rather than the comfortable and easy hoodies he was so used to.
