Chapter XXVII: A Game of Generals [8]

The light of the sun had glimmered upon the soothingly calm currents of River Regalen. The dewy grass had already dried up over noon, but the leaves of trees still resumed its duty to provide shade for the many lifeforms beneath the mercy of the hot orb in the sky. What was otherwise a normal summer day had been turned into a fateful event for a select few that would inevitably affect the lives of many. It was already well passed noon when it was the last candidate's turn, around the fifteenth hour of the day. A throng of less than a dozen men was left upon the bridge once more, enacting the same trial their predecessors underwent. It was now Night Owl the Fourth Seat's time to commandeer greenhorns in the simulated combat concocted by none other than the one whom he referred to as master. And alas, the Game of the Generals was finally off to its final act, drawing up the much awaited conclusion…