“Captain.” The leader of the gray-armored warriors approached Cassius. “What should we do?”
The old warrior peered into the darkness.
“Take the Princess and go a couple of miles to the north. The cultivators didn’t attack there.”
“Should we pursue them?”
Cassius wasn’t good at scheming, but he understood tactics and strategy. The two wars he’d gone through had taught him some things with blood, steel, and magic gunpowder. He simply shook his head.
“I understand, Captain.” The warrior nodded.
They gray-armored warriors lifted the sarcophagus with the Princess onto their shoulders and moved to the north.
Cassius was left alone by the fire. He was still staring at the dancing orange and gold flashes of flame. When the air trembled next to him and a young man appeared within arm’
