The gryphon slowly descended from the sky.
Its enormous wings spread wide above the road, casting a massive shadow over the people below as powerful gusts of wind swept across the grasslands surrounding the border town. Dust rose into the air while cloaks fluttered violently, forcing several Holy Knights to raise their arms to shield their eyes.
The beast let out a low cry as it lowered itself further.
Step by step.
Closer.
Closer.
Until finally, its sharp claws touched the ground with a heavy thud.
Boom.
The earth trembled lightly beneath it.
Frazanna stared at the scene silently.
The Holy Knights behind her also remained quiet.
Even after all this time, even after hearing countless stories from the border town, seeing Clay Valmont personally still gave them a strange pressure they could not properly explain.
Especially now.
Because the entire border town had changed.
The walls had become larger.
The guards had become calmer.
