They Can Talk

The knights stood at the end of the long hallway, all looking at them with their glowing green eyes from under their helmets. Each knight was carrying a different weapon, the one who threw the spear, the one has a long thin sword, and the other one had a large scissors about a size of a man.

The knights' height wasn't something to reckon with either. Each of them stood about 4 meters tall, all with slender bodies that were covered with dull green armor. Their armor were filled with rust, looking like they were neglected for so long.

"Why the hell are those Knights here?" Lance gasped. "Everyone, prepare for positions. This is an Beta threat already."

"With these three alone–"

Elliot was cut off when the sword bearer appeared in front of them. He was a couple of meters away from them just a few seconds ago, but now he was in front of them.

"White Fortress."