The clangorous march of hundreds echoed in Atticus' ears. He watched as gods poured out from the pathway beyond the moment the veil dropped.
The Eldorians and resistance leaders instantly tensed beside him. And though Anorah, Ozeroth, Whisker and the others appeared relatively calm, he could still see the strain across their faces.
'Hmm…'
Atticus calmly swept his gaze across the army. It was difficult to discern which group stood as the main attacker. Every faction he had marked as an enemy was present.
The Redflames, the Abyss faction, and many others who had come for him during the resource wars stood assembled before him.
'There're more.'
Their numbers were even greater on the other war front, their armies entering into the millions. Still, considering the scale of the major faction, it could be deemed small.
'Their elites.'
