The heavy boots of a hundred thousand soldiers pulverized the central highway into dust. The glowing scrying projection hovered over the large oak table in the City Heaven and displayed the approaching apocalypse. Armored trolls the size of watchtowers lumbered alongside packs of giant dire wolves. The sky above the horde shimmered with the platinum armor of fifty thousand winged templars.
Leo stood at the head of the table and watched the display with cold detachment. His expanded City Heaven now featured dark marble floors and vaulted ceilings to accommodate his growing board of directors. Jasmine sat to his right with sea salt still clinging to her leather boots. Kael leaned against a stone pillar and crossed his thick arms. Stellan stared at the projection with a grim expression.
Van
