Meanwhile — Deep Inside the Forest Path in the Human Kingdom Territory
The thick forest, full of shadows and the smell of damp earth, shook as thousands of footsteps moved in unison.
Ten thousand enemies was quietly approaching.
All were modified soldiers, created through forbidden rituals, dark grafts, and twisted enhancements.
At the front of the line, riding a warhorse shrouded in dark mist, was their leader, dressed in full plate black armor. The strange shimmer of his helmet caught faint moonlight.
For a brief moment, their trail went cold. Then, the scout came back.
"Sir General," he reported quickly, kneeling. "We've found the location. The attack on His Majesty's forces came from close by."
The general exhaled deeply, a cold, metallic sound echoing inside his helmet. His voice was cold, emotionless, without a hint of feeling.
"Good," he said.
He turned slightly, raising his hand as his black warhorse snorted and pawed the ground.
"All units—move forward."
