Two days later.
The entire city of Ravenfell had come to life.
From the early hours of the morning, people poured out of their homes and gathered along the main avenue.
The streets were packed shoulder to shoulder as citizens lined the road to witness the departure of the warriors who would march to war.
At the front of the procession rode the Dark King.
Adam sat atop a powerful black destrier, his cape fluttering behind him as the horse strode steadily through the avenue. His grand presence alone commanded the attention of every eye in the city.
Behind him rode Anna on a white horse, holding Valerian in her arms as they followed closely.
And behind them…
Fifty of the Black Legion's finest Mana Vortex Magi rode in disciplined formation. Their armor gleamed beneath the morning sun, their posture straight and resolute as they marched.
