Reverend Witch Mother Oceana emerged from among the assembled witches, a woman of advanced age whose presence seemed to dwarf even the physical forms of those around her. The collective power of the witch spires seemed to concentrate itself in her person, and when she raised her staff, the very ground seemed to acknowledge her authority.
Wizard Lord Bodock appeared in his traditional purple robes, his presence a reminder that the Ministry of Magic would not stand by passively while such forces threatened the realm. His mastery of both offensive and defensive magic was legendary among those who studied the arcane arts.
As these figures took their positions, the armies on both sides began to shift to prepare themselves for what was clearly coming.
The Black Hound Legion surged with anticipation, barely held in check by Angus's will.
The Empire's forces tightened their formations, readied their weapons, and settled their magic into offensive postures.
And then Angus laughed.
