Chapter 174 Heavenly General's descent

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The situation looked hopeless for either side. Dagur's smile returned—a cold, calculated expression of anticipation. It was the smile of someone who knew something others did not, a smile that suggested the current chaos was merely a prelude to something more significant. Then a figure materialized beside him. Yilar was unmistakably a Nynthrall—a race known for their wicked and vile nature. His pale skin seemed to shimmer with an inner light, angular features that looked carved from alabaster, and most striking of all: eyes of the deepest violet, eyes that seemed to hold centuries of untold stories. Dagur raised an eyebrow, his annoyance flickered. "What are you doing here?" Yilar's gaze swept across the battlefield, but his attention was fixed on one individual—Jolthar. There was a recognition in his eyes, a depth of understanding that suggested their paths had crossed before. Yes, I have seen that young man before. Tribal valley He had seen Jolthar with the Blue Rose and had witnessed his capabilities during a previous encounter. Finally, he turned to Dagur. "You have wasted so much time," Yilar said, his voice a soft, dangerous whisper that seemed to carry more weight than mere words. The arrival of this mysterious Nynthrall marked a potential turning point. The balance of power, already precarious, seemed poised to shift once more. The battle was far from over. - The conversation between Dagur and Yilar unfolded against the backdrop of utter devastation. The battlefield—a canvas painted in shades of blood and grey—stretched out before them, a testament to the brutal efficiency of Jolthar's earlier attack. A massive cut cleaved the landscape, a geographical scar that extended from the town square far into the surrounding terrain, lined with the broken bodies of Dagur's fallen soldiers. A roar erupted from the sky—not just a sound, but a physical force that seemed to shake the very clouds themselves. The screeching roar came from the distant skies. The battlefield fell silent; every combatant—Jolthar, the Barony soldiers, the Chitterea forces—looked upward in collective shock and terror. As they saw a shadow of a dragon piercing the clouds, they descended towards the square. It was medium sized, its scales a complex mosaic of dark metallic hues that seemed to absorb and reflect light simultaneously. Its wings fluttered as it landed; its body was slender with a long neck. Its wings outline its arms, and its muscular legs with claws pressed into the ground allow it to easily dig holes. Atop this magnificent creature sat a man in his fifties. His posture spoke of authority, of a lifetime spent commanding and conquering. Despite being seated, he radiated a presence that demanded attention—a power that suggested he was far more than a mere rider. The arrival changed everything. The balance of power that had been so precariously maintained—Jolthar's remarkable resistance, the Barony's desperate defence, Chitterea's relentless assault—now teetered on the brink of something entirely unexpected. - The sky transformed with the arrival of Remin—a spectacle that was both terrifying and magnificent. The one who came just now was one of the great generals of Arashiks, the heavenly General Remin. The Arashiks mean the five great generals of the empire, loyal and in devotion towards the throne of the empire. They were like pillars of the empire, and the fact that the Kaezhlar clan or Naemarys clan don't raise their voice against the empire was because of them. It was like the generals kept both of the clans in check, ensuring stability and order within the empire. The generals are the powerhouses behind the throne, known for their great armies and power. A single general could easily decimate a kingdom, showcasing the might and influence they held over the empire. And one of them, the heavenly General Remin, rode a dragon unlike any typically imagined. This was no massive, lumbering beast, but a creature of elegant destruction. Discover hidden tales at My Virtual Library Empire Slender and serpentine, with a neck that stretched impossibly long, the dragon moved with a grace that suggested speed was its primary weapon. Behind Remin came the Grosbek knights—a renowned unit whispered about in military circles with a mixture of fear and reverence. Hundred riders mounted on magical birds that defied natural classification

Chapter 174 Heavenly General's descent

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