Third Person's POV
The journey to Rubellian was not without problems. The Homunculi caught wind of their escape and began chasing them down. They, who possessed more speed than horses, soon caught up to the escaping party of seven. While they were being chased, Fort Avard still stood strong, resisting the Homunculi army. However, there was an unsettling feeling in the air.
“My lady, they’ve caught up”
“Is that so?”
There was a rumor that whenever the First commander held her sword, it became red hot like lava, slicing through opponents like butter. The sword couldn’t be touched or carried by just anyone so she cleaned her sword by herself. The sword was also extremely heavy and so old that no one knew exactly where it came from but it fit her perfectly.
“Grace, wait with Sir Plato.
