The first thing the soldiers saw was not Erend himself, but the violent rush of wind that tore across the battlefield as he descended.
A powerful gust swept over the plains and forced dust, blood, and loose debris to spread everywhere in spiraling waves. Several reanimated beasts lost their footing from the pressure alone. Torn carcasses rolled through the dirt while broken limbs scattered across the field.
Then Erend dropped directly into the middle of the retreating lines.
His Dragon wings spread wide behind him as his boots struck the ground hard enough to crack the earth beneath his feet. Fire flickered briefly around his body from the force of his landing before fading into drifting embers.
For a split second, both knights and mages froze in shock.
They had never seen anyone like this before. A man with wings now standing in the center of a battlefield filled with the undead beasts that were attacking them.
But Erend did not waste a single moment speaking.
