Devil Mountain…
Kent reached the entrance of Devil Mountain at great speed. His heart is racing with great excitement.
The entrance of the Devil Mountain was a sight to behold. The vast valley, once an empty, desolate land, was now occupied by an ocean of warriors. From the sky, it seemed as though a new empire had risen overnight. Thousands of banners fluttered in the wind, each representing a faction, a house, or a noble lineage that had joined the cause.
Kent hovered above the gathered army, standing atop Sparky, his mighty dragon. His gaze swept over the 23 million strong force before him, warriors clad in armor of gold, silver, and bronze, their weapons gleaming under the morning sun. The air was thick with anticipation.