The air tasted like smoke, carried by the marching army of dragons moving beneath the night sky. Fire dragons lit the way through the darkness, their flames burning in long golden streams that carved a glowing path for the others to follow as the army of one hundred thousand finally reached the borders of the Wind Dragon Empire.
"Can you feel it? It smells like victory."
Max walked at the very front, his body transformed into his dragon hybrid form and covered in void armor. Dark scales gleamed beneath the flickering firelight, while black-violet mist curled around his body like a living cloak.
Behind him, the armies followed in a wide hexagonal formation, each section moving with terrifying order as wings, claws, spears, and banners filled the land and sky behind their king.
He had left his dear wife Rosalia at the new capital city to await his return and begin commanding the people to build around the chosen area.
