“Almost home, men.” Erefiel turned to us with a morale-boosting smile. It infected us at the front and worked its way back to the rear of our returning hundred and fifty men. We thrust our weapons high and saluted our captain. Despite the toil of battle, Erefiel remained flawless. His armour grasped the light of a rising sun to magnify his beauty. Even his dried sweat made his half-zerubic skin glisten.
