The riders of Burning Dawn flowed like an iron river, sweeping over everything.
To these elite soldiers that had been through hundreds of wars, following their commander's order was like a second instinct. Where their commander points the sword would be the direction that they charge.
Everything that stood in front of their path would only end up in destruction!
The people that swarmed into the graveyard were crushed by the riders of Burning Dawn, like slicing cakes.
No one escaped the riders' furious charge, even the special beings that hid amongst the people.
These unique beings were special only to commoners, to the Burning Dawn riders… not so much.
Charge!
Charge!
Charge!
