2 days later, on a floating island filled with lush vegetation and thriving wildlife stood a man-made wooden castle.
Before its gates gathered an army of humans and flying beasts. They stood in disciplined formation, their weapons gleaming under the sky, wings beating softly in unison.
The atmosphere was tense. This was clearly not a parade.
They were preparing for battle.
"Lord Horas, the army is ready!" a general announced loudly while kneeling on one knee.
Skylord Horas, a man in his early thirties, stood atop the wooden battlements and looked down at his forces.
He smiled with pride because of what he achieved.
On Earth, he had been nothing more than a small-time librarian. A man buried behind dusty shelves and forgotten books.
But here?
Here, he was a lord.
A hero in the eyes of many.
A conqueror for his enemies.
