"Stop—sss. Mercy—sss."
"Why do you betray—sss! Traitor—sss!"
"Die—sss!"
In the ruined passages of the Ysh-Natul dungeon, two armies of Nagas, half-man, half-snake monsters, clashed.
One was comprised of those who still breathed and hungered. The other was an army of metal that no longer did either.
The living Nagas had different builds and breeds and all wore poorly crafted armor and weapons. While the Weapons moved swiftly like daggers but killed with an emotionless fervor.
With inhuman brutality, the metal army slaughtered the living ones without any mercy. Their eyes all burned orange; they said nothing, never tired, and existed only for one thing—combat.
Blood spilled, and soon the once chaotic battleground turned silent. When the last breathing Naga lay dead, the army of black all turned to face behind them and bowed.
"Tyrant. The subjugation of the Viper clan is complete," reported one of them.