Hundreds of kilometres away from the Wargrave Ducal territory, a man appeared midair; he possessed white hair and a white beard, he stood seven feet tall, a long lance resting on his back as he floated, adorned in his armor that shimmered faintly beneath the ambient light, it was Knight Commander Yveric.
At this moment, he was now at the location of the Monsters and Beasts that were about to invade the Wargrave, the vast stretch of land below him teeming with chaotic life that carried an ominous weight. A smile couldn't help but break across his face, "it has been a while since I had some action," he murmured to himself, his tone laced with a subtle anticipation, and certainly, it was.
