As Alaric soared through the sky, the Demon Fortress shrinking rapidly beneath them, he steered them towards the staging grounds where the remaining forces of the Eloriath Kingdom were gathered. He could see the worried faces of the soldiers, the anxious whispers among the lesser mages and knights who had yet to receive the order to advance. The earlier reports of teleported units and the lack of communication from within the fortress had already sown seeds of unease among them.
'There they are,' Alaric thought, spotting the familiar banners of the Eloriath Kingdom. He descended slowly, the Azure Spirit Lion's power still thrumming faintly within him, making his landing a smooth, almost ethereal glide. He touched down gently in the midst of the assembled forces, Lyra and Cassandra still nestled securely in his arms.
