After walking a bit farther, silhouettes finally appeared along the streets, guarding near what appeared to be very sturdy buildings. Beneath black capes shone armor with a metallic sheen, with their palms nonchalantly resting on the weapons at their waists, looking ready to face battle at any moment. As Lancelot sized up these people, they reciprocated with dangerous glances but did not step forward to stop the passing group.
Lancelot also noticed that everyone wore a certain emblem—they had already seen the axe embedded in a skull, just like the two guards at the city gate; a skeletal hand stretching out from the ground with a tombstone in the background; crossed swords and battle axes with blood dripping from the sword blade; a human figure split from head to abdomen with a vague shadow rising from within...
