The atmosphere was tense, so tense that it felt like sticky clothes stuck on to their fair bodies.
Shiniqua paced around the room, her armoured boots banging onto the wooden ground.
Her soldiers stood there with strange exppressions as they saw thier commander in such a tense state. This was one of the rarest expressions that Shiniqua carried, and today they had gotten the chance to see it.
Their commander was a descisive woman who many have rumoured to have no emotion other than determination and anger, along with a bit of tactfulness.
Other than those three, expressions like laughter, happiness, love and all sorts of mushy feelings was seemingly non-existent in her heart.
She had only one goal, to wipe out the crimson veil, and bring honour back to the fallen knights.
Suddenly, she stopped pacing around the room, her golden armour reflecting the sunlight from the window she stood in front of, gazing out into the streets of Rendel.
