Ursa knew the history better than anyone.
Orion had commissioned a custom set of armor forged specifically for his Abyssal Dragon mount. In those days, high-grade alchemical elixirs were as common as daily meals for Lorelia and the dragon, Xalathar.
The squad was subconsciously mimicking Orion's path.
They all harbored ambition. They sought to temper themselves and their mounts, striving to reach the Legendary Realm.
Once they reached that peak, fighting alongside a Legendary beast would make them a force equal to two Lords combined—an elite power within the Legendary ranks.
"By the earth, those Nightwings are fast," Earthshaker grumbled, gazing toward the east.
The arrival of the Stoneheart Horde's various armies had startled the local Nightwing population. If the squad hadn't been mounted on dragons, they never would have caught the winged humanoids.
