The next day.
The sky was just beginning to break at dawn.
In the study, Raylo had not slept all night.
He stood silently, his gaze fixed on the distant sky as it slowly brightened.
He walked out of the Lord's Mansion and into the square.
Soon, the sound of footsteps came from behind him.
The twelve Legendary Mages appeared behind him.
A night of rest had done nothing to lessen the solemn expressions on their faces. If anything, they looked heavier, weighed down by the feeling of an impending storm.
In addition to these twelve familiar faces, there were six new figures in their ranks.
Four men and two women.
At their head was a burly, towering man clad in crimson Heavy Armor, a massive War Axe slung across his back. His exposed skin was a tapestry of vicious scars, and he gave off the impression of a prehistoric Giant Beast, coiled and ready to strike.
