Assault on the Capital

Mounted on his rynadon, hair rocked by the wind and the clamour of his army, Adam's eyes narrowed on the capital's colossal walls.

"I bet they feel safe in their shade," Vrashnak said, licking his lips and unsheathing his scarlet blade. He turned toward the mixed army and raised it. "Proud orcs from the Skalrukh, Vaknarok, Durm'vraal clans, and the kobolds. What do we say to those arrogant plunderers?"

The orcs raised their blades and axes, the jewellery decorating their tusk-like teeth glinting and spite flying as they roared.

"We won't give you honorable deaths!"

"We'll carve thrones out of your bones and drink in your skull, bastard king of Oikos!"

Adam glanced back, listening to the war cries. Though different, they all reverberated with the same disdain and call for vengeance.

A slight frown creased his brows before he sighed and raised his fist toward his demons.