A few minutes before Michael disrupted the dragon army, Elidyr was leading Lenora and a group of dark army soldiers into the courtyard after breaking through the barrier around the castle.
"Where the hell is everyone? No soldiers or guards?" Lenora commented, glancing around the eerily empty courtyard. The courtyard of Mazeroth was expansive, with ancient stone archways, lush green lawns, and cobblestone paths leading to various towers and buildings. Statues of past scholars and magical creatures dotted the landscape, giving it an air of history and mystery.
"This isn't a stronghold of an army. It's a place of learning, an academy that nurtures students," Elidyr explained, his voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia.
"More like a factory producing brainwashed idiots loyal to Skyhall," Lenora snickered.