"We're finally here," Castor muttered as he looked at Lyra City.
"If I don't tear apart Astrion's body with my own hands, I'll never be able to sit still," Regulus said through gritted teeth, his expression screaming murder.
Half of his army perished on their journey. The only saving grace was that his Archons and High Archons remained untouched, still very much alive.
After the previous surprise attacks they had encountered, all the High-Ranking combatants had stayed in Regulus' flagship, keeping them safe throughout the journey.
They thought that once they had declared war against the Royal Family, it would all be a walk in the park.
But no, it wasn't as easy as they envisioned.
Instead of teleporting directly to the main continent, they were forced to travel over the sea using their Airships.
Not only did the journey take longer, but the morale of his soldiers also dipped.
