The Eastern Region had become a theater of fire and blood, but for the invaders, the victory was proving to be a tedious, grinding affair.
At the heart of the Fire Giant Tribe Main Camp, the air was thick with the scent of roasted meat and the acrid smoke of obsidian-fueled braziers.
Huge tents made of the thick hides of prehistoric beasts stretched across the scorched earth, and in the largest among them, Korgar, the undisputed leader of the tribe, sat on a stone throne.
The throne was a jagged slab of basalt, and in front of him, a large map of the Eastern Region was written on coarse, sun bleached leather.
Korgar was a titan of a man, his skin a dark, volcanic red and his body covered in scars that told the story of a thousand battles in the Vast Wilderness.
He frowned as his massive finger traced the lines of the human defenses.
