[Next Day.]
[6:38Am.]
THUD!
A hundred miles from the city gates, the Wendigos halted, their collective gaze fixed on the imposing, closed barrier before them.
The Wendigos' general, known as General Volkov, dismounted his carriage with a grunt, his eyes narrowed.
"What is this?" he boomed, turning to Xanor. "Didn't you say they had a new, powerful king? Then why is the city deserted?"
Xanor, clad in elite-class black armor and gripping a long sword, merely offered a cold, clipped reply. "We just got here."
"Alright then," the General conceded. "Take some soldiers and enter the city through the tunnels. Leave the front entrance to me."
Xanor gave a curt nod, turned, and strode away, his armor clanking softly with each purposeful step.
"The remaining six thousand, follow me!" Volkov bellowed, addressing the rest of his Wendigo army. "Let's give our brothers time to enter."
