Arturo found himself at the top of the castle's highest tower, desperately struggling to maintain structural defenses while observing Venmont's silhouette standing on his beast's back, floating arrogantly in the sky.
The sight filled him with impotent rage… their castle reduced to a target for casual bombardment while the enemy commander posed like some conquering hero from a children's tale.
The enemy commander wasn't fused. His corrupt Wyvern "Dragon" was in his opinion much more imposing when outside his body.
Venmont expected no attack.
Why would he?
His soldiers had established a perfect perimeter around him, their formations tight and relaxed despite the chaos below. He was simply dedicating himself to systematically bombarding a castle that could do nothing more than cover itself pathetically from below.
It was the perfect predator playing with its helpless prey, savoring the anticipation before delivering the killing blow.
