The four city lords move like a single will.
Ruk steps forward first, voice shaking the night sky with a deep, warlike roar.
"ALL UNITS—ADVANCE!"
Erel'na follows, all four arms slicing through the air with crisp precision.
"ARCHERS, FORM LINES! SPELLCASTERS, PREPARE COVERING FIRE!"
Varesh bares his fangs, pupils narrowing to deadly slits.
"FRONTLINE—CHARGE! BREAK THEIR FORMATION!"
Vordon raises his massive halberd and slams the butt into the ground.
"FOR OUR FUTURE! ATTACK!"
The monster army surges forward like a living tidal wave.
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On the walls of Nam city.
Chaos.
Pure chaos.
The soldiers who remain on the walls—barely a few hundred—scramble in desperation.
"DRAW! DRAW BOWS!"
"ENEMIES APPROACHING FAST!"
"WHERE'S THE CITY LORD?!"
"WHERE THE HELL IS GENERAL DU?!"
No answer.
Those who knew the truth grit their teeth while firing down at the approaching horde.
