Before walking a short distance, the Old Man was already noticed by the young soldiers. Some didn't recognize him, but others saw the old marshal's robe draped over his shoulder.
Candle Dragon, short demon, old marshal—they must have thought of the stories passed down by generation after generation of veterans. When their doubts were confirmed by the old Commander behind the Old Man, they immediately followed along.
They had only heard the stories of Marshal Mo, how he led soldiers to repeatedly defeat the Otherkind, how he shared food and bed with his soldiers in the past.
Looking at these unfamiliar young people, the Old Man felt a bit nostalgic—the young ones he knew back then were gone, but he saw the vitality that those young people once had in the current generation.
