As the drake raced on, Jolthar's mind turned to the task ahead. The Emperor's decree demanded 300 men, but Jolthar had no intention of sending anyone else to their deaths. He would handle this himself, as he always did. His drake was more than a match for any Chittera, and his knashii had tasted the blood of countless enemies. But Godeylet was not just a battlefield; it was a place filled with enemies in and out.
The landscape began to change as they drew closer to the county. The rolling hills and dense forests of the barony gave way to rocky outcrops and barren plains, the air growing drier and hotter with every mile. The drake's pace slowed slightly as the terrain became more rugged, her powerful legs adapting effortlessly to the uneven ground. Jolthar scanned the horizon, his sharp eyes picking out the distant silhouette of Godeylet's walls. They were still miles away, but even from this distance, he could see the faint glow of the city's lights, a beacon in the gathering dusk.
