And while the enemy was advancing with his march. In the castle of the god of chaos, all the warriors were preparing for the coming war.
The king and his successor were in the chamber of arms, with several serfs sharpening the arms of both to be able to dispatch as swiftly as possible the enemies they were going to face.
Silence reigned in that room, Tuldirm and Tom had not yet said anything about what was happening. They were only absorbed in their tasks, preparing the possible explosive concoctions, in addition to the protective rings that would save them from back stabbing.
The sound of weapons being sharpened, gradually began to overshadow the silence.
But, after long minutes, the servants were finished with their tasks, and without having to help the king and his successor.
Because they had already put on their armor adjusted to their physical form, forged with one of the strongest elements of their world, the Drakmantia...