General Tiberius' eyes narrowed as he spotted the massive Voroe warriors wielding fortress-like shields at the head of the enemy column. He knew exactly what their purpose was—walking walls meant to absorb the brunt of the initial magical barrage.
Their towering bodies and thick plates would render ranged attacks nearly useless, and with the distance between armies shrinking fast, there was little room left to maneuver around them.
Though Tiberius possessed the raw power to shatter that shield formation himself, his attention was elsewhere. High above the battlefield, the Voroe Legends had taken to the skies. Three once again, but one was unfamiliar.
