In Governor Magid's terrified gaze, Losa slowly raised an arm, and the flames in the burning forest behind him extinguished without warning, as one by one, the winged cavalry stepped on the black embers and assembled behind him.
They held their red-lanced lances backward, the tips tied with red square banners, and their faces were unnaturally calm.
Having just experienced the brutal wars recorded in the annals of battle, the small scene they now faced failed to stir any excitement within them.
"Kill them all."
The knight with the golden mask swung his arm forward, uttering a string of merciless words.
The cavalry behind him lunged out like tigers released from a cage.
"In the name of God!"
"For Saint Losa!"
The iron cavalry, with light steps, formed a loose formation, gradually accelerating as they closed the distance.
At this moment, Governor Magid had no intention left to fight.
