Kharzan Goldcrest rode at the front, his imposing figure enhanced by the golden light as he led his men.
Behind him, in perfect formation, advanced one hundred elite warriors. Each was a Silver 2 level tamer or higher, their beasts partially manifested creating an intimidating spectacle of power. Scales, claws, horns, and wings merged with their bearers in a display meticulously planned to inspire fear.
At the academy gates, a smaller but no less impressive group awaited their arrival. Julius, Selphira, Victor, Arturo, Ignatius and Sirius stood in the front line, backed by several dozen warriors from their respective factions.
Kharzan absorbed his lion mount mere meters from the gate, silently evaluating his opponents. His eyes, the color of pure amber, swept over each face with deliberate slowness.
"Selphira," he finally pronounced, inclining his head slightly in a gesture that seemed more mockery than respect. "It's been some time since our last encounter."
