The vibrations from a hundred thousand marching boots traveled through the bedrock and rattled the glass windows of the City Heaven. Leo stood alone in his dark marble viewing room and listened to the distant drumbeat of the Obsidian Cartel army approaching his borders. General Vane was leading a massive horde of armored trolls and winged templars down the central highway to eradicate the Syndicate.
Leo turned away from the window and walked to his heavy oak desk. The physical preparations were already underway. Balthazar was mounting pneumatic cannons along the rocky ridges of the Whispering Canyon. Vance was currently hunting the Silent Brotherhood mercenaries in the burning eastern timber. Stellan held the southern exit of the pass with the heavy infantry. The trap was set and the jaws
