Mist Plane
Dark clouds blanketed the sky, and a gale howled.
With a thunderous boom, Lightning tore across the heavens.
Far off in the high sky, several figures glittering with golden light made heaven and earth tremble.
Ten li away, a large crowd was desperately hurrying onward.
"Quick, withdraw at once! Withdraw at once!" someone shouted.
Fear slowly took root in every heart. Every soldier stared fixedly ahead, desperately following those before them as they ran through the night.
With a roar like thunder, the Great Dragon's furious bellow shattered the sky.
Everyone immediately raised their heads and looked back.
"No looking back! Move! We must reach the coast!" an officer's voice rang out. Everyone felt the suffocating pressure and panic as they forced themselves onward.
In the distance, the waves finally came into view.
"It's the sea! We've reached the coast!" a sharp-eyed sentry shouted.
"Romon God!" A man pressed his forehead to the earth and prayed silently.
"Quick! The pursuers are almost here. We can't get entangled with them. Quick, board the ships!" More than a dozen warships were moored along the coast, their gangplanks already lowered.
"Quick, quick!" One soldier after another leaped onto the gangplanks and rushed aboard.
Halfway across, a cavalryman suddenly cried out, "They're here! They're here!"
Looking back, rows upon rows of cavalry appeared over the horizon, banners bearing the Sea God's mark fluttering above them, carrying an atmosphere of killing intent...
Commands drifted over from afar. A field of snow-bright longswords rose neatly into the air. The warhorses gradually picked up speed, and a faint tremor ran through the ground.
"Mages, prepare your spells!"
"Second Cavalry Unit, countercharge with me!"
"Kill!"
Orders echoed through the night sky.
"Romon God, my Lord, you are the only True God upon the earth. May your