Daymond

...In this world, there are two great kingdoms—Black and White. They have been feuding for centuries, and no one remembers the exact reason, but a pretext for war can always be found. Each time, they wage bloody battles, but no one wins, and each side either leaves with nothing or alternates victories. Today, Damon decided to walk through the territory of the Black Kingdom alone. He was riding a black horse, which was dressed in armor. Damon was in no particular hurry. His face and gaze were cold, and he looked only forward. Those who saw him immediately moved aside, making way for him. Then Damon came up with the idea of ​​​​infiltrating the territory of the White Kingdom and secretly reconnoitring the situation. He decided not to coordinate his decision with the queen, whose close subordinate he was, and headed into the forest of the White Kingdom. If it was necessary to fight, he would do it, but he had already decided that everything would go perfectly smoothly and he would be able to deliver important information to his queen. Here he noticed someone behind the tree and slowly took out his black saber, his gaze remaining cold and determined, directed towards the movement.