On the boundless wilderness, the wind swept through the wild grass like a deep horn, swirling up dust that crashed heavily under the iron boots.
Tens of thousands of wizards clad in armor and magic robes stood silently under the lead-gray firmament.
The ends of their weapons and magic wands were deeply embedded in the soil, the crystals atop the wands humming and vibrating, resonating with each other, forming a magnificent yet silent sea of deep blue light.
Selena stood on the back of a six-legged Flying Dragon, a dark gold coin flipping between her fingers.
Selena looked down at the figures clad in various colored magic robes within the array.
Among them, some were elderly, while others were still very young, their lips slightly trembling as if still practicing spells not yet mastered.
Each of them wore taut expressions, with a solemnity so heavy it couldn't be dissolved shining in their eyes.
