Heavy but measured footsteps echoed from the direction of the valley as the forces of the Allied Races approached. Morning mist still clung to the ground when tall silhouettes emerged from behind the hill crests. They came in orderly formations banners bearing dragons, eagles, and crescent moons fluttered in the wind. Some rode armored horses, while others floated lightly above the ground using levitation magic.
But not a single one of them crossed into Sylvia's domain. The moment a foot neared the border of her land, the air changed cold, silent, and leaving a metallic chill crawling up the neck.
Atop the main fortress, Varnak stood tall. His massive form cast a shadow over the tower edge, his weapon embedded in the stone floor, and his blazing red eyes fixed unblinkingly on the uninvited guests. The other zombie guards lined the walls like statues of death still and silent, but radiating an unseen pressure that pierced straight to the bone.
