As the sky gradually lightened, thick white mist rose from the river, spreading recklessly across various corners of the vast plain. The visibility was limited to just a dozen meters, but the morning air was exceptionally fresh, filled with the fragrance of grass and river water. Of course, without the distant smell of blood, this morning would have felt even more beautiful.
In the faint dawn light, the Gryphon Knights and Dragon Eagle Knights stood in formation, ready to take flight at a moment's notice. Their mounts, magical Gryphons and Dragon Eagles, exuded powerful magical energy and possessed the ability to fly.
At the entrance of the military camp, the metallic sheen of the Gryphon Knights and Dragon Eagle Knights reflected the cold tones under the morning light. Behind the mechanical puppets, mounted on each arrow tower, archers had strung their bows and nocked arrows. Rose Swordmaidens gripped their longswords, gazing into the distance.
