As Vlad pondered the significance of encountering a new World King Candidate, he kept his gaze fixed upon the city in the distance. His soul force was more than strong enough to hide his presence as his eyes began to glow with more and more power, preparing himself for the right time.
Far below the Depravita of Wrath, spread across the fortified walls and sprawling plain around the urban stronghold, a formidable army was taking up positions. Tens of thousands of men and women stood guard on the ramparts, each equipped with a magical bow ready to unleash deadly volleys of arrows at a moment's notice.
Meanwhile, hundreds of thousands of additional troops ventured beyond the shelter of the high walls, forming orderly ranks that extended around the perimeter of the city. At the vanguard of this force was a small man with the build of an ancient dwarf, his arms larger than a tree's trunk.
