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The Galama Empire's border region, a troop of a thousand men was moving slowly.
In the middle of the troop, there was a luxurious carriage drawn by four horses, guarded tightly by silver-armored soldiers.
Princess Jelana lifted a corner of the carriage curtain, staring absent-mindedly at the distant horizon with a somewhat melancholy expression.
On the horizon, a cloud of dust suddenly rose.
Jelana's gaze sharpened, and she swiftly saw a golden gleam emerge from the horizon, racing across the gentle plains.
Then came a second point, and a third, the points joining to form a line, the line stretching into a mass. It was a battalion of several hundred Lizardmen cavalry.
The gleaming came from their armor reflecting the sunlight.
This suddenly appearing force quickly caught the attention of the guard troop, causing a stir.
The approaching troop may have been small in number, but it carried an unstoppable momentum.