"Where is Nirm? He took my men and promised me victory, but I see no victory beneath my feet."
Lord Belgrath's voice echoed, low, hoarse, and angry.
He sat on his throne inside the most powerful fortress in the far north, guarded by more than twenty thousand soldiers.
Its pure white walls stretched for dozens of kilometers, protecting the only valley that gave the Green Skins unrestricted access to the kingdom of Valemont.
He did not plan to attack the royal capital yet, not without a complete and absolute guarantee of victory.
He would not bet everything on them being able to break through the walls quickly. He wanted to be prepared for both a quick battle and a slow and drawn-out war.
"He is dead, my lord. Nirm was able to break through the walls, but at the last moment, a young talent seems to have appeared and defeated him, using a strange energy to almost completely exterminate his army..."
"Hm..."
