As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of crimson and gold, Tornbridge Fort stood as a stoic sentinel overlooking the land.
Its towering walls, etched with the scars of past conflicts, seemed to pulse with a sense of anticipation.
At the fort's perimeter, Warlord Vicar, a figure of commanding presence, waited with a cadre of his trusted officers.
His eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned the approaching horizon as he prepared for the momentous meeting.
High above, Ragnar Clementine and Sophia Mary rode Ymat, their formidable dragon steed, gracefully descending towards the fort.
The beast's mighty wings beat rhythmically, creating a gust of wind that swept across the fort's grounds.
Ragnar's gaze was resolute, his jaw set in determination, while Sophia's demeanor was calm, her eyes reflecting a blend of anticipation and caution.
— Tamat — Tulis ulasan