Riding high above the vast expanse of the endless green desert, Kent sat atop his dragon, Sparky, feeling the biting wind whip against his battle-worn cloak. His golden eyes locked onto the distant horizon, following the directions given by Khoya. His path led straight to the Kuki Nation's capital city, but fate had other plans.
Two days into his journey, his sharp senses caught sight of movement below—a large battalion of soldiers moving in organized formations. Their armor glistened under the sunlight, reflecting a sense of purpose and menace. Kent narrowed his eyes.
"These bastards were the ones chasing Khoya," he muttered.
Initially, he considered flying past them, avoiding unnecessary conflict. However, his mind swiftly shifted gears. If he ignored them now, they'd become a problem later. Leaving enemies behind was never an option.
Kent guided Sparky lower, using the desert dunes for cover. His strategy was simple—divide and annihilate.
"Time to hunt."
