At dusk, Ulm and his companions rode their steeds to reach the army encamped behind a sheltered hill.
The newly arrived Winged Cavalry and Varangian Guards were a bit uneasy as they performed their allegiance ceremony to Losa, who would incorporate them into his Personal Guard.
Thus, under Losa's command, there were seventeen Winged Cavalry, and ten Varangian Guards.
The next morning.
The army set out again.
Marching in the desert was so monotonous and tiring.
Everywhere was a dim yellow scene.
The ruins of ancient buildings stood on the ground, with faded marks hinting at the civilization that once thrived there.
Ahead, black smoke billowed and spiraled upward, reaching the skies.
Vultures hovered in the air, seemingly ready to descend for a feast at any moment.
"There's movement, prepare for battle!"
Losa commanded loudly.
Two Knight's Squires, serving as Scouts, moved lightly and ventured ahead.
