Alex couldn't help but sigh at the sight of the ongoing battle, seeing it now in a completely different light than before. Having learned the truth behind the rise of the skaven, he knew they were nothing more than pawns, being used to further an evil plan.
In the past few months, their activity and boldness had only grown, and the loss of life on all sides had become immeasurable.
Alex knew the chaos in the realm would only worsen with time, and the carnage would stop only after an end was put to the schemes of the Third Hegemon, the True King.
And yet, he couldn't help but wonder if stopping him was even possible, and if it was, how many poor souls would be lost in the process?
A few moments passed before the battlefield dissolved once more into a blanket of calm darkness. Seeing it fade, Alex snapped back to his senses.
Alex looked back at the Inheritor, only for the other party to point at a chair that rose from the darkness.
