A grin of pure, unfiltered pride spread across Eparus's face. A great city, with the Scourge Wardens at the heart of its creation—the very thought was intoxicating.
"My lord, you have my word," he boomed. "The Foundry Citadel will be a fortress worthy of your name."
Orion nodded. With over five hundred giants providing the heavy labor, construction would move at a blistering pace. Things were falling into place. Steady, forward progress. He liked it.
"Next up: the Wraith Knight army," Orion said, turning to Ashreign. "You can begin recruitment immediately."
Corpses and bones were two things the Abyss never ran short of, and the Conquest Legion was getting better at producing them every day.
"My lord, the groundwork is already laid," Ashreign replied smoothly. "We can begin as soon as we've chosen a site for the Wraith Spire."
