A massive hole burst open.
Chunks of stone crashed down into the tunnels below.
From the darkness, shadows surged upward.
Zarnak was the first to emerge.
The Nephirid warrior landed with a crash.
His runic spear scraped across the ground and sent out sparks.
His sharp gaze locked onto Varnak and Malvek like a beast that had found its prey.
Behind him, hundreds of armored figures poured out of the hole.
All of them wore armor engraved with the Vlontera symbol.
Mixed species marched together, led by the Nephirid.
Each soldier carried a weapon enchanted with flame runes.
"Zarnak," Ben called out in a casual tone. "Try not to kill them too fast.
Let them feel it."
Zarnak answered by raising his spear and slamming it into the ground.
The impact shook the stone around them.
His roar echoed through the streets.
He was very excited.
He had never imagined he would get a chance like this, a chance to attack like this in the heart of Gravenhold.
