More than a hundred soldiers gathered in the open field under the pale morning sun.
They stood in armor and held formation, lines straight and disciplined.
At the front stood the man Alex had met before, General Asmon.
Now he wore a full set of enchanted armor and sat astride a beast. His posture was firm and commanding.
He did not speak yet. He only watched the troops in silence.
In this world, some kingdoms had rare and unique resources. Evermore's pride was its beast mounts.
Unlike normal horses, Evermore's mounts were called Dracs. They were reptilian creatures the size of a warhorse.
They walked upright on two legs. Their bodies were covered in scales, and they had narrow, draconic heads.
Their reptilian eyes were sharp. Their claws dug into the dirt with ease as they shifted their weight.
Dracs were stronger than horses. They were faster and had natural regeneration.
This made them ideal for long battles where other mounts would tire or die.
