Three middle-aged men stood upon a tall outpost merged with a vast high wall.
The two on the left and right were clad in armor of black and silver respectively, while the man in between wore a blue, robe-like tunic. They all stared down from the high walls at a certain figure in red and black armor, surrounded by mounting corpses of Withered spawns and husks.
"This was a tough one," the man in silver armor on the right said, wiping black grime from his face and ignoring the rest that painted most of his armor black with rotten blood.
"Yes, indeed," the spellcaster in the middle replied, staring intently at the figure outside the Great Wall of Grandveil.
"It will take time to recover from our losses," the middle-aged man with a rough beard in red armor grunted, staring at the corpses of men and women clad in armor similar to his own.
