The cold wind of the valley danced through the rustling of withered grass. The sky, gray and heavy, cast a deadly shadow over the scene.
In the middle of the valley, a girl around seventeen or eighteen lay on the ground with her hands bound. Dirt had stained her knees, and a few fresh drops of blood dripped from the corner of her lips.
Her dark brown hair was tangled, and her cheeks were thin and sunburned. But even in that miserable state, her eyes—fiery amber eyes—burned with rage.
Surrounding her, knights in white and gold armor stood in a tight circle. Swords drawn, eyes merciless. Right in front of her stood a middle-aged man in a long white robe with golden embroidery on the edges. His gray eyes glinted like cold steel.
"How… how the hell did you bastards find me?!"Eva's scream echoed through the silence of the valley.
