General Vex's sword sliced through the air, a signal rather than an attack. Behind her, the camp erupted into motion. Soldiers poured from tents, their armor clanking in disciplined waves. Battlemages raised their staffs, violet energy crackling around their fists. Archers nocked arrows, strings creaking in unison.
"You made a mistake," Vex said, her voice carrying over the growing noise. "Whoever you are, whatever power you think you have, you stand against the Dark Lord's will. That is a fatal error."
Adam didn't move. He stood with his hands still in his pockets, watching the approaching tide with mild interest. Alex sighed deeply, the sound of a man who had seen this movie before and didn't like the ending. Rebecca stepped forward.
A scythe materialized in her hands.
