C317 An Army of Thousands of Men and Horses

I looked at the True Martial Sword blankly. I didn't know what to say, so I could only quietly wait for time to pass.

Cold and windy, the gravel on the ground rolls in front of me, waiting is usually the hardest.

If we were waiting for a good result, we might be in a better mood. We might even blame the passing of time, but right now, we are waiting for the arrival of Nightmare