The heavy, rhythmic sound of thousands of armoured boots marching perfectly in unison echoed across the vast, starlit desert. The Emerald and Sapphire phalanxes moved forward with a deliberate, highly disciplined pacing. They did not charge wildly, and they absolutely did not break their flawless defensive formations. They marched down the steep incline of the sandstone ridge like a slow, unstoppable tide of green and silver steel, completely washing over the broken battlefield.
The air had been entirely transformed by the absolute brilliance of the Guardian Beasts. The horrific, suffocating stench of rotting sweet peas and stale blood was completely gone. In its place lingered a truly beautiful, incredibly crisp scent that smelled exactly like fresh mountain snowfall heavily mixed with the warm, comforting aroma of toasted spices and burning hearth fire. The desert wind had lost its freezing, biting edge, tamed entirely by the lingering ambient warmth of the Kirin's golden flames.
