Blood splattered on his breast plate, his hair matted with the liquid dripping from their ends as his sword slaughtered one mortal after another. His body moved like the burning rage of a flame as he continued to fight, knowing that it wouldn't be long before the rest of his cavalry will arrive and they will burn the entire battlefield to crisp.
Drystan knew the cost of coming all alone on this field. He knew that even if he was dressed in Drakarian fighting gear, he would still be recognized the moment Nero arrived with his dragons.
But so far, neither Krogon, nor Nero had made an appearance.
And as Drystan fought valiantly with Drakarian warriors by his side, he only hoped that his army of dragons would arrive sooner than expected.
There were no dragons from Kymadom yet, not even
