The following morning, the advanced scouts came in with reports of clusters of dark storm clouds gathered over Drakenmoor. Lord Vilmund and Marcus knew it was an ominous sign. They couldn’t waste any more time in preparation but had to strike immediately.
“Do you think the warlocks are casting a spell over Drakenmoor?” asked Emily.
“Oh no, my Queen, they are performing a summoning ritual, one that can summon even more abyssal creatures into our world. Marzenon has really lost his mind!” Lord Vilmund’s eyebrows twitched in apprehension as he ordered his soldiers to get ready for battle.
Jake personally inspected every regiment and found them to be in perfect condition. The elven archers had substantially bolstered their forces. It now looked like a formidable army. Everything was in orde
