If Ethan had known that the coalition's army of nine million included ten thousand flying war mounts, even he might have felt a little less confident.
Leo's mount alone was enough to turn heads. The tiger beneath him was covered in armor, its movements sharp and controlled as it prowled through the air. It wasn't an ordinary flying mount; it was a true flying war mount, one capable of fighting alongside its rider in aerial combat.
'Leo's doing pretty well for himself these days.'
Ethan kept the thought to himself; if he said it out loud, Leo's ego would probably swell beyond repair. Instead, he turned toward Victor.
"Victor, how many of our people have flying war mounts?"
