Sir Alex gazed down at the Threshold Lands passing beneath him with the contempt of someone observing insects.
The massive Pteranodon beneath him cut through the morning sky with powerful wingbeats, its crimson-runed body carrying him toward Mount Vorrath at speeds that would have taken ordinary armies days to match. Wind rushed past his face without disturbing his features, Mana forming an invisible barrier that kept him comfortable despite the altitude.
Behind him, an army moved across the Lands of Stone like a tide of crimson death.
Thousands of Velociraptors surged forward in formations of discipline beaten into both beast and rider. Their clawed feet tore into earth and stone and anything unfortunate enough to lie in their path. The sound of their passage was a constant rumble, thunder rolling across the landscape without clouds to birth it.
Sir Alex smiled as he watched them advance.
