The next morning, just as the sky showed the first light of dawn, a grand departure ceremony unfolded outside Black Stone Castle.
Raylo sat astride the back of the Storm Griffin King, Baofeng, its tawny Iron Feathers rustling gently in the breeze.
Behind him, the Griffin Knights stood in solemn silence.
Above them in the sky, two hundred Pegasus Knights formed a white cloud.
On the ground, ten Mammoth Knights were like mobile hills, each step making the earth tremble. Twenty Earth Dragon Knights rode ferocious Earth Dragons, which periodically exhaled white smoke smelling of sulfur. Behind them were several thousand Knights in uniform Armor, arranged in neat square formations. Their Long Spears were a forest of steel, and their banners fluttered in the wind.
The banners of Black Stone Territory snapped in the wind.
Raylo gave no grand, impassioned speech.
He simply drew the Divine Weapon, Broken Flow, from his waist and pointed its tip forward.
"All forces, advance!"
