Adorned in his silver garb, Dominion rode his way to the gates of the Dolatian kingdom. Met with crossed spears and drawn bows over the watchtowers, he was forced to get off the horse and lay his sword off onto the ground.
Scanning about the faces of the soldiers he noticed the presence of only demi-humans and monsters with no humans in his sight. Delighted that he wouldn't have to hold back, he gave off a bright smirk while the guards led him in through the gates as a potential prisoner.
"How many people live here?" He asked the demi-lion dragging him along with the rope tying his hands.
Peering back with a disgruntled look, he simply grunted at Dominion before shifting his gaze back to the front. After being taken through the two doors blocking the entrance to the city, he was brought out to a mob of elites wearing lavish armor.
