Several hundred Griffin Golden Armor Knights hovered above the Bear Claw Tribe. Behind their Face-covering Helmets were only deep, cold gazes. It seemed that with a single command, they could slaughter every last one of the thousands of people in the tribe. This silent display of power alone was enough to make the Tribe Chieftains break out in a cold sweat.
"The Lord has arrived!" Sam, who had been waiting in readiness, calmly clasped his hands behind his back and gazed into the distance.
The dozen or so Chieftains involuntarily stood ramrod straight, their faces stiffening. The elite Griffin Knights who had arrived first were a clear sign: this Lord of High Cliff Castle was likely even more powerful than they had imagined.
The Old People of the Bear Claw Tribe stood panicking behind their old Chieftain. Sniffling children hid in their mothers' arms, secretly peeking at these warriors who seemed like gods from the heavens.
