Wings.
Brilliant, flaming wings unfurled from his back, each plume of fire licking outward in controlled arcs. His body lifted into the air as if the earth had relinquished its claim on him.
"Hah," one soldier breathed in awe. "General Magnus truly is the reincarnation of a phoenix."
Kiara couldn't help but gaze at those wings in envy. "So beautiful..." She murmured.
Wherever he flew, darkness retreated. Firelight spilled downward in molten hues, illuminating patches of ground in fleeting gold.
Elsewhere, elite commanders barked orders in overlapping waves.
"Division A, form up!"
"Division B, to your positions!"
"Eastern Army, ready ranks!"
"House Drake guards, assemble!"
"Division D! Division E!"
Eight groups began converging toward the hill in disciplined lines.
Kiara remained to the side. She belonged to none of them.
Within the Southern Army's formation, Captain Giselle stepped forward to take temporary command.
