When the paladins saw the towering general—seven feet and two inches tall—clad in heavy pitch-black armor with a helmet that didn't even allow them to get a good look at his eyes, unease settled over them.
Adam inhaled deeply, preparing for a mighty dragon roar that would no doubt reduce these invaders into a blood mist. But then, his breath caught. His eyes froze at the sight of the figure before him.
Sirius.
Although the beast looked a bit different and had a wilder, feral aura instead of the calm, noble presence it once carried, Adam was certain that it was Sirius!
His irises dilated.
"General, what are your orders?!" a soldier called out when he saw that the enemy was getting closer but the general had yet to give any order.
Adam didn't answer. Instead, he lifted his right hand.
"Stand down," he commanded without even sparing a glance at the men behind him.
