"When the corrupted roared for victory, the Law answered — not with fear, but with order."
The Legion's roar of triumph was a discordant, ugly sound, amplified by the black corruption magic that pulsed from their ranks. They believed they had seen panic. They believed they were tasting the final victory. They were fully committed, their siege teams massed at the base of the South Wall, hammering relentlessly against the reinforced outer shield. I stood on the rampart, my hand still raised in the freezing air, feeling the full, crushing weight of their hatred and power. This was the moment. The full execution of the Law, a strategy planned all of was infull force.
Now.
