Realms are large. It takes time to reach one's destination, especially if one has never been before.
The journey can become even more trying when you have a literal army actively trying to stop you from reaching your destination.
But in the face of raw power and overwhelming desire, everything else means fuck all.
"T-They're coming!"
"This is ridiculous! It has been three days now, why have they not slowed down!?"
"Slowed down?! Why haven't they fallen?!"
"EVERYONE SHUT UP! They're here!"
Underneath a sky choked by gray ash, four streaks of light raced forward from the south.
At the head, there was a figure riding on a horse. His very presence was as bright as a clear day.
He looked like a hero from a child's fable. Black and gold chest armor that stopped at around his lungs, allowing him greater freedom to twist his body.
He wore simple gilded gauntlets and a red armored kilt with its individual tassels being as hard as diamonds.
