The distant roar of a thousand dire wolves rattled the loose stones of the city gates. The vanguard of the Obsidian Cartel had broken away from the main column and sprinted ahead of the heavy armored trolls. They were closing the ten mile gap to the capital with terrifying speed. Leo stood on the fifty foot stone battlements of Ashguard and watched the dust cloud rising on the northern horizon. The current defensive walls were solid granite and thick oak. They were built to repel rival warlords and stray mountain predators. They would crumble into gravel under the kinetic impact of a divine horde.
Leo held exactly ten million points of faith in his central bank reserve. He had drained the devotion of his citizens to secure the capital just an hour ago. He did not intend to hoard the wealt
