Waves crashed onto the shores of the beach as a hundred and ten riders approached on wooden rafts. Before they had even reached the shore, they were already leaping up from their wooden rafts to land on the beach.
Under the blazing sun, their leader could be seen wearing a silver mask with only two holes, his nose completely hidden from sight. Behind the holes of his mask, a frightening pair of eyes scanned the surroundings.
The troops behind him wore steel masks as well. Not a single one of them exposed the slightest bit of skin. They were even wearing gloves on their hands.
As soon as these riders came ashore, it was clear that a ghastly aura surrounded their bodies.
The strangest part about them was their dragon steeds. At first glance, they looked almost the same as a normal dragon steed, only much thinner.
