Michael looked around as the wind sliced through the sky.
Beneath the dark blue night sky, a massive army of beasts and knights was on the move.
At the very front were Marcus, carrying Michael, and Miaomiao, who bore Duke Capone.
Smooth, dark red scales shimmered faintly in the moonlight.
Each time Marcus flapped his wings, his massive shadow embroidered the night sky.
Miaomiao looked slightly displeased as he carried the Duke.
It was only because he couldn't disrespect the Duke, who had taken to the battlefield in Princess Astrid's stead.
He flicked his tail furiously through the air, clearly frustrated by the burden he had unwillingly taken on.
Michael turned his gaze to the swarm of gargoyles flying around Miaomiao and Marcus, as if forming a protective escort.
The sight of dozens of gargoyles—grown in number through breeding—surrounding them was truly a spectacle.
Gale, leading the charge, looked like a living fortress.
