The Black Tower was a hive of activity. With Orion now acting as bait on the front lines, the entire fortress had roared to life. Fueled by a steady stream of resources, the conversion chambers churned out a constant flow of demonic monsters.
Under Clymene's command, the undead armies swelled their ranks. Even Tangere's two hundred thousand Plague-thralls had arrived and were now amassed in the plaza outside, awaiting their orders.
On the sixth floor of the tower, two phantoms materialized. The Deputy Commander, having finished his work on the magical formation, appeared beside Alexander, following his gaze down at the mustering forces.
"The quantity and quality of the undead army are insufficient," the Deputy Commander stated, identifying their primary weakness with a single glance. Clymene had summoned two armies a million strong, but they were composed mostly of basic skeleton warriors—pure cannon fodder.
