Aloria loomed ahead in all its haunting beauty. Silent and unassuming, save for the whispers of the night.
Even from the skies, there was just one word to describe the Fae Royal Forest.
Enchanting...
It would have been a sight to behold, had it not been for the fiery devastation looming on its horizon.
The night was blanketed with darkness when they finally arrived. Jian circled once before he landed at the outskirts of the forest where a few dragon lords already were. The fallen leaves crunched underneath Neveah's boots as she dismounted, her eyes scanning their surroundings.
The three squadrons had arrived before them and Lord Egwain had also arrived at Aloria sometime ago. From what she had gathered, the vast expanse that was Aloria, was surrounded on all sides. On this side of the forest was the second squadron.
The first and third squadrons led by Xenon and Decaron had taken up positions at different locations, all on the other side of the forest.
