The chaos at the open gates had already sown panic among the civilians. People who had stepped out into the streets froze at the sight of dozens of armored knights lying dead or dying in pools of blood. Shouts of alarm rose, and the crowd quickly scrambled back into their homes and shops, slamming doors and shutters behind them.
Harley and Vernox stood at the head of their forces on the third road leading toward the palace. The princess had already galloped off with her own detachment toward the central route, her voice still ringing in their ears: "The other Tower is being taken care of. They'll come by surprise behind the outpost!"
Vernox, leading nearly a hundred battle-hardened warriors, glanced sideways at Harley. A feral grin split his face.
This was the first time in a while that he had seen Vernox smiling. So Harley was quite freaked out.
"Shall we?"
