Watching his subordinates return to the ranks, and also mounting the griffin, Himenes turned his gaze towards the setting sun.
"Let's go!"
With his command, hundreds of griffins soared into the sky amidst a great cloud of dust.
The massive wings beat against the air currents, whipping up whirlwinds on the ground, even toppling a few unfortunate shacks in the distance.
The Judge and the Divine Scholar shared a griffin, and with victory and glory, the thousand-strong troop returned triumphantly towards the Holy City under the gaze of the Twilight City citizens.
Once they were gone, the Holy Light Council's militia came out, calling to the summoned citizens filling the scene.
"Alright, alright, wrap it up, disperse now."
The crowd scattered in a hurry, unwilling to stay a second longer.
After all, it was cold outside, and the troubled Twilight City was not a place where everyone could still find an old coat in their wardrobe.
