"Gustalon!"
Orion's voice rang out in the open air. In an instant, Gustalon's form materialized beside him.
"My Lord, your command?"
"Send word. Tell Soraya, Vexis, and Rumbold to muster their legions. The great war is about to begin."
"As you command!" Gustalon dissolved into a gust of wind and vanished.
Soon after, the call of war horns echoed across the region. Skeletons clawed their way from graveyards, and great sand scorpions burrowed up from beneath the dunes. From the skies above came the answering cries of dragons and eagles. The horde was mobilizing.
"Let's go, my friend," Orion said, a grim excitement in his voice. "I have yet to truly unleash my power as an Archlord."
He hefted his trident. "This will be a good opportunity to grow accustomed to the storm raging within me."
In response, Leonidas let out a deafening roar and transformed into his colossal dragon form. Orion leaped onto his back, and the two of them soared north toward the front lines.
