Alen's pov
The sky was overcast, thick clouds covering the horizon, as if they were about to descend upon the earth at any moment. On the walls and gates of the imperial city, soldiers exchanged signals using red banners adorned with emblems.
Before long, a dull rumble sounded, and long planks were lowered. Hundreds of neighing horses crossed the makeshift bridge over the moat, and the massive army set off from the imperial city.
Prince Kral rode ahead of me on his horse. His black cloak billowed in the wind, like an unfurled banner. Royal guards protected the carriage that followed behind. Despite his esteemed status, Kral chose not to ride in the carriage; instead, he was on horseback, appearing like a general.
I followed beside him. His black hood concealed his face, and the cloak
