"This will be the first time the dragon group formally reveals our true claws to the wilderness."
Galos hovered slowly in the sky, his head drooping, overlooking the creatures below fighting for him.
His soldiers, his followers, were pouring out from well-constructed outposts deep in the wilderness.
Initially scattered streams, as time passed, these branches began to converge, clash, and merge.
The clanging sound of iron armor rubbing, the muffled stomping on the ground, the low war cries and beast roars intertwined into a depressing ocean, ultimately forming a huge and ferocious army, surging through the wilderness toward the Quenching Highlands.
The Quenching Highlands, this time's target, is undoubtedly a tough nut to crack.
