Thanks to the griffon's speed, the reconnaissance was completed quickly. The chosen village, once wealthy, showed clear signs of enemy occupation but seemed poorly defended.
The operation began swiftly. Mounted on the war beasts, Michael marveled at their agility and speed. For the first time, he experienced their convenience and vowed to someday acquire one for himself.
The reclamation force dealt with the scattered fanatics swiftly. Though the village's defenders fought fiercely, they lacked the numbers or organization to resist the coordinated attack.
As the fighting subsided, Michael couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph.
"Jackpot," he muttered under his breath.
The fanatics who weren't in the presence of their commanders were like lifeless puppets, mindlessly charging forward with vacant stares. Dispatching them was a quick and easy task for the invading force.
