Things took on a new guise in the early morning light. Beyond the fortifications, the soldiers remained steady. Almost ten thousand people gazed at the Golden Draconian Palace, the reward for which they had come. To put a stop to the Draconian dynasty and their reign of terror.
Not all thought like that, though. Some enrolled only for the gold, others for glory. In fact, just a few raised their swords for a better world. Most of them knew that Sundac would remain the same, or even worse. Those who knew the true colors of the lords understood it was for the worse.
The eldest Draconian climbed up the ramparts, his black-clad figure in contrast with the pristine white. Glancing about, Drake took in the surroundings. Nothing seemed to move about since last night. Just the snow looked brighter under the sun's rays.
