The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow across the vast landscape. Its rays painted the world in hues of amber and gold, creating long shadows on the uneven terrain below. The sound of hooves echoed through the air, a rhythmic percussion that harmonized with the natural symphony of the surroundings.
Caym rode at the front, his black cloak billowing behind him like a shadowy banner. Leaning forward with an unwavering focus, he guided his horse with calculated precision.
His amber eyes remained fixed ahead, scanning the path with intensity. The wind rushed past, carrying the scent of damp earth and exertion.
Behind Caym trailed forty elite knights, each mirroring his serious demeanor.
