Griffin laughed loudly as the retreating witches came to a halt and from the shadows emerged more. He was always strategic, luring the Crescian knights out of the city to butcher them far away.
He alighted his horse, a sword in his hand. His eyes turned vividly purple, a crazy surge of energy coursing through his whole body. This is how it felt like to be powerful. With a firm grip of his sword, he charged towards the crowd of Crescian knights, swinging it gracefully as if he was born for the task. Not a single strand of his hair was out of place as he split Crescian knights from bowls to brains.
But a roar in the sky was what it took to kill Griffin's confidence in the war. "Oh shit!" He cursed as the dragon's shadow descended on him, turning a hound of witches into ashes.
Alexander alighted the dragon and joined the Crescian knights in the war. The Valorian knights came in at the same time sealing Crescia's victory.
