In the light of dawn, the squad of Lizardmen rode atop their massive land dragons, their reptilian eyes scanning the rugged terrain that stretched out before them.
The jagged rocks and twisted trees seemed to conceal secrets, and an air of anticipation hung heavy in the air.
"Sir, are you sure it was here?" questioned one of the lizard men, his scaly fingers gripping the hilt of his spear as he nervously peered into the shadows.
The squad leader, perched atop his formidable dragon, stroked his chin with clawed fingers, his gaze darting around the desolate landscape.
Doubt gnawed at him, and he muttered, "I'm also just as confused. I can't see anyone here… was Lord Veremos wrong?".
As the squad leader mulled over their predicament, the stillness of the wilderness was shattered by a sudden shift in the surroundings.
