The orcs, the trolls, and even the mysterious men from the depths had intervened… as he had expected.
It was the worst case scenario, all had gone wrong. Valeron had fallen, defeated by the underestimated human summoner, Alastor was weakened, defeated too by the same man, by the reason why everything had gone wrong.
"Viktor…" Lion whispered. Fireballs were clashing against the magic field of the wall, reflected in his blue pupils. It was nearly beautiful if not for the fact that they meant the destruction of the empire. All had gone wrong... It was time to end the battle.
He looked at the high casters around him. Powerful spellcasters who were holding the barriers, defending the capital, fighting back. He was older than all of them and he had known them since they were children, childre
