The Crowman watched.
He needed to gather intelligence, needed to understand those who were standing on their side.
For now, set aside the mixed nature of the troops; that's clearly not the focus now and can be slowly understood later.
The focus is the current scene.
They were about to collide.
This Legendary Centaur Female Warrior was the core and symbol of the defense line at this moment.
Her towering body was covered in dark silver enchanted heavy armor, her metal hooves steadily stepped on the fortress's cold stone bricks, every minor movement carried immense power.
In her hand, she held an enormous longbow almost as tall as herself, emitting an ominous gray-blue glow, with energy flows entwining the bow as if they were alive.
The Crowman wasn't entirely sure, but he felt it seemed related to the power of souls.
That's all that can be seen on the surface for now.
