The scene unfolding beneath the airship was staggering. Monsters poured out in endless waves. Their advance were fierce and unrelenting.
Baron Hornvale and Baron Needlehart clutched at their chests. They were stricken with dread.
Their soldiers were no better. Many dropped to their knees. Despair was written across their faces as they watched the tide of beasts march forward without pause.
And that march was headed straight for their lands.
If the horde reached their borders, the Barons knew the outcome. Their territories would be swallowed in mere moments, erased from the map before their people could even flee.
Their eyes trembled and heir teeth ground together.
No warning.
No preparation.
No chance to evacuate.
Dozens of monsters perhaps even a few hundred, their people might withstand.
But thousands... monsters ranging from Tier 1 to Tier 5, was far beyond anything they could resist. Ordinary citizens would be the first to fall.
