Two days had passed since their departure, with each warrior commanding their personal forces and mounted on their respective magical beasts. Their pace far outstripped that of any ordinary cavalry unit, thanks to the collective power of their airborne mounts.
As the group flew in formation, the skies gradually darkened. Eventually, they reached the border between the Kingdom of Ellonia and the Pamir Empire, where the ruins of Dolche Fortress came into view.
Once a proud guardian of the kingdom, Dolche Fortress now lay abandoned, shrouded in shadow. Its walls, once a symbol of unyielding strength, stood in crumbling disrepair, overtaken by weeds and time.
