Zaira roared. The sound was enough to shake the ground and enough to stop the thousands of arrows that were being launched at them.
Its master had gone crazy with pain, and the beast had gone mad with him, perhaps or perhaps I could feel his pain. Anyway, that was hours ago, and now it was dawn, and her master was headed to the heart of Tagayia. By now, all the warriors situated at the southern border of Tagayia lay dead.
Sagiri had gone mad. He only asked them to back down once before he flattened the whole garrison. By first light, the whole Tagayia would be aware of what had happened. And yet he was not stopping. He was going to the very heart of Tagayia.
Now, at the very crack of dawn, Sagiri stood before the great garrison protecting Alika City, the morning sun creeping over the horizon behind him. Thousands of soldiers lined the walls, yet an unnatural silence hung over the battlefield as every eye fixed upon the approaching figure.
