Nearly a thousand Platinum-tier beasts were marching on the capital.
The very first wave of the corrupted tide had already reached the outer trenches, and every single available Vanguard soldier manned the fortifications to hold the line with everything they had.
The siege commenced exactly as the command staff had anticipated, largely because a magical signature of this magnitude was impossible to conceal. A surge of power that massive rippled across the continent like a seismic tremor, meaning the corruption did not need to deploy forward scouts to locate the most pressing threat on the board.
It was like a blinding lighthouse in a sea of absolute darkness.
At his core, that was exactly what Ren represented. He was the radiant beacon providing hope to the remnants of humanity, yet he was simultaneously the irresistible flame drawing the purple aberrations out of the shadows.
