The white door disappeared and they were finally away from that miserable place. Damian let Lucian's waist go, the other two also pulled back their hands. Lucian paid no mind to them though and simply walked forward—touching the cold, stone wall of the castle they had arrived at.
She looked far and wide. The army of armored strange creatures looked like they were at ease. Trebuchets and whatnot were built outside the giant gate of the castle. It looked like a siege.
Damian too stepped forward—he noticed a scroll fitted between the angular design of the viewing side. Lucian noticed his gaze and took the scroll, unfurling it—
'Strike not in wrath, but purpose pure,
For only truth can blades endure.
The steel that sings for selfish fame,
Shall shatter thrice and end in shame.
Should you still breathe when dawn does rise,
Then bend the knee—but not in plight.
You'll rise as one: the Arch-Knight.'
