Assassination

Feeling the tremors coming through the ground, Clovis watched the small stones by the roadside bounce lightly, kicking up a thin layer of dust.

After so many years in the military, Clovis knew this was the vibration caused by a vast number of horses galloping together.

"They're here."

Clovis swallowed, sweat already covering his forehead and blurring his vision.

He wiped it away and stared ahead nervously. In the distance, a silver-white line appeared. As it advanced, it became an endless iron curtain like a tsunami, stretching beyond sight with an overwhelming presence.

Warhorses neighed, armor clashed, blades gleamed coldly, and killing intent surged.

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