The army moved.
Not chaotically. Not in rushed confusion. But with disciplined precision that demonstrated three months of unified training and preparation.
Legion One stepped forward in perfect formation, their column beginning the long march south toward Radiant Empire territories.
Legion Two followed at prescribed distance. Then Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.
Two hundred thousand demons flowing out of Eldhar's marshaling grounds like tide that couldn't be stopped.
The ground trembled with their passage.
The sound was thunder—boots striking earth in rhythm that echoed off buildings, armor clanking with synchronized movement, supply wagons creaking under loads of essence-powered equipment.
Liam watched from the platform as his army began the march toward apocalypse.
Citizens of Eldhar lined the streets, watching in silence as the largest demon military force in living memory departed their city.
