Before long, Rejado led his squad, like a solid dam, blocking the approaching silent gray tide.
His gaze, sharp as an eagle's, quickly scanned the eerie army, most of whom moved in unnervingly synchronized steps, silent to the point of suffocation, like puppets without personal will.
However, the three at the front of the formation stood in stark contrast to this deathly flow, like three bright strokes on a dark canvas.
A young man clad in a black-and-white Chaos Robe stood at the center, exuding an untamed temperament, as if light and shadow intertwined around him. He was evidently the leader.
A boy draped in a shimmering golden robe, with eyes clear and steadfast, an aura of warmth yet inviolable radiating faintly around him.
A tall man shrouded in a deep black robe, silent as a mountain, but exuding an oppressiveness more daunting than the thousands of gray robes behind him.
'Indeed, there's a strong leader.'
Rejado's heart sank slightly.
