CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND TWENTY THREE

Izon's Pov

I could feel my feet squish in the muddy ground like a baby's bathing sponge in frustrated hands. I hated it when it rained; and even more so when I had to be out on the field at the same time. The weapons I carried grew heavier as the rain poured down, and I walked damp past the barracks and into the armament room.

I pushed open the door with my feet as every square inch of my arms were occupied. The metal door creaked open and I huffed; dragging blades and axes as though a knight wearing double chainmail. The room was lit with torches on all sides and the whole space seemed to glow red like hell's belly. I frowned as I moved over to the vacant clips on the walls, and filled them with weapons, increasing our arsenal. It was the only thing that felt good for me as far as today was concerned.

"Might grow old and die being second fiddle...but I won't accept it..." I groaned, lifting a mace.

The head was spherical, and spikes shot out every which way; one wrong move and a fi