Cloudy skies accompanied their journey. The dim sunlight was trapped behind heavy gray clouds, casting a dull blue hue over the vast land blanketed in fog. The wind blew gently but bitingly cold, carrying a chill that pierced to the bone as if the world itself was holding its breath in anticipation of the coming war.
In the sky, a massive zombie dragon flew slowly, its broad wings gliding with steady flaps. On its back, Sylvia sat toward the rear, clad in black and violet robes, eyes narrowed as she gazed at the gray horizon. In front of her, Sofia sat silently in her white-and-gold battle attire, calm but not tense. To the side, Zark stood holding a chained map, occasionally glancing down to ensure the troops followed the correct path.
