Igaris stood atop a high-rise rooftop, his coat fluttering in the wind as he watched the towering wall steadily take form. Slab by slab, stretch by stretch, Mountain King and his subordinates molded the defense line like divine architects shaping the edge of a sovereign domain.
Soon, the city would be fortified. And once the wall was complete, Igaris could move freely.
But even as the outer perimeter neared completion, a deeper concern stirred within him.
The Dungeon Worlds.
If he was locked within one of them for the standard 14-day cycle, what would happen here? His territory would be vulnerable. Defenseless. He could not rely on chance. Not when he had just reclaimed a city from the Empire's fingers.
