Behind the collapsed camp gate, over a hundred Nikosak stood silently behind the burning wooden framework.
The wave-like sway of the firelight cast reflections on Nidesar's bronze face, veins bulging under his matte skin.
Especially when he saw the billowing smoke rising from the military grain depot, a chilling aura almost seemed to press upon the faces of all the wizards.
The sound of an eagle's cry came from the sky above Nidesar's head, and he pointed his whip towards the wizards hurriedly forming ranks.
"Capture the leader, don't hold back!"
A moment later, the sound of galloping hooves that haunted countless wizards' dreams once again echoed through the night sky.
The friction of black armor and its lining, coupled with the cacophony of battle cries from the Royal Court, caused many of Nidesar's soldiers to change color.
