Cain clenched his teeth and swung his sword, parrying the throwing knife shrouded in aura.
Steel rang out, and the deflected blade spun off into the undergrowth.
He could already feel the fifteen enemies moving around him and just a few steps behind, his three surviving companions trembled with fear, weapons rattling in their grips.
"By Lord Goldenveil, we die!" Cain roared without a shred of fear, his eyes shining with determination as he advanced toward the one who appeared to be the group's leader.
All of them were clad in black armor, steel breastplates covering their torsos, each etched with the same strange symbol.
"Oh... the boy has courage!" The group's leader cackled with scorn, swinging his sword in a careless motion.
In that instant, the young talent of the Goldenveil Guard planted his feet firmly on the damp ground and activated the fourth form of imperial fencing, striking toward the enemy.
