As Galant soared through the air, I focused on Akasha and my father below. The undead army advanced, and the tension in the air was palpable. The city of Jagar, fortified and ready, stood as the last bastion against the approaching darkness.
I took a deep breath, summoning my armor and scythe. Lily and the others watched from the walls, concern etched on their faces. The battle was about to begin.
In a blur of motion, I descended from Galant's back and landed in the center of the black knights. My impact didn't blow them back, but all the knights in black armor backed off to form a circle. It opened up in the direction that Akasha and my father were waiting.
"Curious," I mused to myself. Maybe I would get lucky, and then nights would just sit tight and let me fight. Something like I used to see in movies where the two strongest of each army would face off to save the bloodshed.
