"Tell the Black Sun to pull back all units and be ready. I want a few parries from them to know Thrain's intentions," Atrox said. The news that Thrain's forces were getting closer had reached them, and he was sitting in the Commander's office to give orders.
A few days ago, Thrain began his movement, but now he was closer to the south. "There is no stronghold to claim on the way here until he enters this place itself. That means this fight will be about who destroys who first.
"Or kills each other's leader first."
Atrox was surrounded by different enchanted tools. One was set up like a long table, words etched atop it, each glowing with power.
The wall itself was covered in the same patterns. Information was sent and received here, and he could personally send words to his lieutenants if he wanted.
The stale, anxious mood that covered the army weeks ago was gone, now replaced by some sort of violent and anticipatory atmosphere.
