The sky roared with a colossal vortex, unleashing dark thunder that crackled and cascaded toward the oncoming reinforcements. Slowly, the swirling tempest transformed, taking the shape of a colossal dragon's head, its snarling visage dominating the heavens.
As the people on the ground beheld this awe-inspiring phenomenon, a wave of astonishment rippled through their hearts, particularly gripping Greyson's wife, Violet. Having been hastily evacuated from the castle, she now found herself amidst her loyal subordinates along the way.
"Lady Violet!" The soldiers immediately snapped to attention, their bodies half-kneeling on the ground. Their eyes shimmered with admiration as they beheld the private soldiers who stood steadfastly behind their formidable lady. Only those possessing immense strength or wielding the power of a 2nd class swordsman could stand amongst such elite warriors.