A blinding crimson light bled through the thick storm clouds gathering above the valley. The massive holographic projection of Lord Malakor contorted in raw fury. The ancient god stared down at the dry moat filled with the pulverized remains of his expensive mythic infantry. His initial strategy had failed in a matter of minutes. The Ashguard artillery had vaporized his vanguard, and his ground forces were stalled at the base of the impenetrable runic steel walls.
Malakor refused to accept a stalemate against a novice central bank. He raised his colossal glowing hands toward the heavens. A deep resonant chant echoed across the plains and shook the soot from the brick chimneys of Foundry Lane. The cartel boss opened his master ledger and authorized a massive expenditure to bypass the morta
