"Your Excellency Edward, what are your plans moving forward?"
The Demigod of the Moonwell, Gima, materialized on the rampart. Everywhere she stepped, vines and flowers coiled into existence, reinforcing the living wall she had summoned with her divine power. The original stone fortifications had been obliterated.
Though the Cult of Four's leadership had been annihilated, the swarms of demonic monsters surrounding Staghelm City showed no signs of retreating. With the Black Tower destroyed, they were leaderless, driven only by their final command: raze the city at all costs.
Gima had been forced to personally intervene, weaving a temporary wall of thorns and ironwood to hold back the tide. The surviving city guards now stood upon this living battlement, fighting with renewed ferocity.
