Dorian stood atop the city walls, his hands grabbing the fence so hard it squeaked. On both of his sides were the previous city lords who had become his advisors, their faces filled with fear as they witnessed the scene.
Although the ten cities had united under one banner, turning their armies into one, a greater threat appeared in the same instant. Millions of monsters poured from the path as they sought to kill them. The armies had ogres and titans, imps and wyverns, and undead monsters.
"This is the third day since they left," said Lillian with a frown as she gripped her sword of flowers. "We should expect the monsters to stop attacking us at any second."
"No one has conquered the tower in the last three thousand years, so three days might have been an exaggeration on their part," said the Lord of Westcoast. "I suggest we hide in our rooms until this event is over."
