The army advanced like a great river, winding its way across the eastern plains of the Duchy.
The journey was long and arduous. A full month of marching was enough to change many things.
The lush green of the fields gradually gave way to gold, and the cool air of early autumn had turned increasingly dry and sharp.
The celebratory flush of wine had long since faded from the Knights' faces, replaced by the grim resolve and wind-bitten look of a long march.
"My Lord, the Nu River is just ahead."
Ed called out.
Raylo summoned Baofeng and flew high into the sky to look down.
A massive scar, as if torn into the earth by a Giant Dragon, appeared on the horizon.
That was the Nu River, the natural border between the Thunder Dragon Duchy and the Fiery Sun Kingdom.
The water was a murky, earthen yellow, and its current was swift, churning up massive whirlpools. It let out a deafening roar, like a tireless, raging beast.
