Haider's Sun Eagle soared through the air as the Knight stood atop it. The cold, cloudy wind never penetrated his armor, so he remained comfortably warm.
The knight himself stared down at the terrain, admiring the beauty of the region.
Carinthia was one of the kingdom's largest cities, despite being located in what many would call the countryside.
The reason was simple. The land was rich with resources, and more importantly, one of the most powerful Dukes in the kingdom had made his home there.
Anyone who knew Charles Venton from his army days also knew his famous nickname. The Lion of the South. He had once been a ruthless commander, feared by every opponent he faced, even fellow nobles.
At a point in his life, Haider admired him. Now?
The lion had grown weak. And here Haider was, cleaning up the man's mess.
Haider shook his head and spoke to the beast through their mental link.
'Wait here, Ernie.'
'Okay.'
