...
High above the skies of Iskar City, two majestic lines of Pegasi soared through the clouds. Their wings beat in unison, stirring the wind as they descended from the heavens like a heralded storm.
The first line, to the left, gleamed red in the sunlight—knights clad in crimson armor, each bearing the same proud crest: a roaring black lion with silver wings spread behind it, gripping a sword in its maw. The crest of House Varellian, one of the ancient six families—renowned for their military might. At the head of the formation rode a young man no older than eighteen.
