"Sir, we are a few kilometers away from the Myriad Castle. It should be in our line of sight once we crest the hill in the distance."
One of the soldiers under James spoke up, and James nodded from his place on a chariot moving forward. The chariot was crafted from strong wood and matted with silver joints and plaques that denoted his position as a leader in the army. Up in front of James, Duke Grant was also riding in a chariot, but this one was of a far more elaborate design and covered in gold. The chariots were being pulled forward by winged horses, but they were not flying because they wanted the horses and soldiers to preserve their strength as much as possible for the coming fight. Once they crested the hill, they would all take to the sky as one.
