Feather Dragon Legion Commander Aiffel yanked the reins high, and the snow-white feather dragon glided forward.
Every Dragon was powerful and enormous, several times larger than a griffin. They were magical creatures as well.
Thus, as the Feather Dragon Legion drew near, the entire battlefield felt an unbelievable pressure. If Dragons brought oppression upon life and souls, the fear of predators at the top of the food chain—
Then the Feather Dragon Legion's overwhelming sight, blotting out the sky at this moment, was the curtain call of an apocalypse.
The feathers that occasionally drifted down carried a reassuring holy aura—if you were a follower of the Lord of Dawn.
Tens of thousands of Imperial soldiers retreated, their spears fixed tightly on the sky.
"Damon, are you all right?"
Aiffel appeared in the sky and shouted into a huge crater below. Not long afterward, Damon emerged, drenched in blood.
"You came."
"His Majesty Solarian feared you might not be able to handle the work on the Path of Dawn. Since the journey was so far, he allowed me to leave the Holy Mountain."
"I was supposed to remain confined for another few years, perhaps up to ten, but it seems the situation really is not optimistic."
"Let's not talk about that. For Dawn's glory, let's crush the Empire's army."
Damon spoke. He had only recently become a Legend, but in terms of status, the commander of the Holy Kingdom Knights ranked above every Legend in The Church aside from those bearing the seven titles.
Aiffel nodded, his gaze locking onto Count Clayton.
As for the Dragon, Flame Dragon Christman was extremely weakened at the moment. The energy attacks of over a thousand feather dragons were hardly physical damage.
"Damn inferior bloodlines."
The Dragon's gaze still held its contempt for all things.