While Horde bloodline warriors like the Gnoll Arlo and the Giant Kordun were locked in a desperate, bloody slaughter on the ramparts, their roaring war cries carried over the city like the endless beating of war drums, echoing all the way to the royal castle.
Ever since Orion had concealed his movements, Lilith had occupied the high throne.
War is a ravenous beast. One misstep, and it will devour our civilization and order. Yet, it is also the ultimate catalyst that forces our society to evolve and advance. Every war that descends upon us is a baptism of fire for the Stoneheart Horde. I—and my people—will only emerge from this stronger, our resolve forged in iron.
Lilith's mind was as still as an undisturbed lake. She arched a delicate brow, her eyes harboring a striking duality of profound calm and brilliant intensity.
