The heavy clang of boots echoed through the metallic halls of the ship as Lord Gravax, the Crimson Knight, and the black-scaled Granian made their way toward the exit hatch. The Crimson Knight's heart pounded in rhythm with her steps, every beat a reminder of how ecstatic she was to see these creatures and even perhaps showcase her new Crimson Knight capabilities.
The two higher-up Granians, on the other hand, walked with an air of calm authority, their reptilian eyes glinting with pride and a touch of arrogance while walking into a den of one of the most powerful and strategic species in all of Akrina — the Cyclitharans.
