Upon the wasteland, beneath Eternal Night.
Directly facing the modern army was an equally boundless torrent of cavalry!
Denser and more frenzied than any steel flood. Tens of thousands of warhorses, their whole bodies pitch-black, frames monstrously robust, shoulders over three meters high, muscles knotted like rock, coats sleek as satin, gleaming with a faint matte sheen in the dark. Their limbs were thick as pillars, and every step they pounded into the earth sent a dull tremor through the ground, as if they meant to crack the wasteland itself.
The cavalry wore primitive metal armor, armor black from head to toe, the same color as their mounts.
Ancient, mysterious runes were carved upon it; the runes flowed with faint glimmers in the dark, and just looking at them made one's head swim.
