The day of our departure quickly arrived, and as soon as the sun peeked it's golden tendrils from behind the horizon to take grip of the sky on this fateful day, the great doors of Eklepsus unlocked, like the spillways of a dam opening to relieve the unsustainable pressure of what laid behind, and unleashed an unending tide of military might.
Tens of thousands of black armored men and beasts emerged from within the confines of the capital from the northern, southern and eastern gates and began forming in three colossus lines heading east, with none other than my uncle Haytham at the helm.
Meanwhile, Nizam, Cyrus and I were still in the palace; being smothered by our mother's final farewells.
"Listen carefully to whatever your brother tells you, and don't cause him or anyone else any trouble, am I clear?" She instructed as she held them close in each arm.
"Yes mother." They filially replied.
