More than a hundred soldiers had gathered in the open field, armored and lined in formation under the pale morning sun.
At the front stood the man Alex had met before General Asmon now clad in a full set of enchanted armor. He sat astride a beast, posture commanding, his voice silent for now as he surveyed the troops.
In this world, certain kingdoms possessed rare, unique resources and Evermore's pride was its beast mounts.
Unlike traditional horses, Evermore's mounts were called Dracs, reptilian creatures the size of a warhorse, walking upright on two legs, with scaled hide and a narrow, draconic head.
Their reptilian eyes gaze sharply, and their claws dug effortlessly into the dirt as they shifted in place.
Dracs were stronger than horses, faster, and blessed with natural regeneration that made them perfect for prolonged battles.
But their numbers were limited, very limited. Breeding them was difficult, and taming them even more so.
