Staring down the Pison Province from the highest peak of the Jibril Mountain Range while mounting a silver pegasus was the Princess. Her raven hair and dark armor made a beautiful contrast with the mythical winged-creature.
As the Princess observed the vast plains Pison had to offer, a dark-skinned woman carrying a huge crossbow approached her.
"Your Highness..." greeted the dark-skinned woman while bowing to the Princess.
"What did your scouts find, General Reich?" asked the Princess.
The dark-skinned woman produced a map from her pocket and presented it to the lady.
"A large pack of demonic wolves, ranging from twenty-five thousand to thirty thousand creatures, is moving about the Pison's northern marches." said the dark-skinned woman. "While around ten to fifteen thousand gargoyles are scrambled all over Pison's eastern region."
"How about the south and the west?"
