"Look! It's the Lord's dragon!"
"My Lord!"
"The Lord has returned!"
With the roar of a great dragon, the human army erupted like a pot of boiling water, and everyone looked to the sky.
The noble lords at the front of the formation, who had been waiting for orders and were at a loss, felt their resolve instantly solidify upon seeing the dragon in the sky.
"Quiet! Hold the formation! Hold the formation!"
"Attention! Anyone else who disrupts the ranks will be dealt with by military law!"
The Non-commissioned Officers in the ranks stepped forward to maintain discipline.
There was nothing wrong with this. This was a battlefield! It wouldn't matter if Robson himself had arrived, or even the Lord of Dawn—the formation must never be broken!
Robson, riding Everton, landed in an open area.
...
"Sir! You've returned!"
"Lord Viscount!"
As soon as Robson dismounted from Everton's back, a group of nobles immediately rushed to greet him.
