A war cry filled the air, amplified by the echo against the stony cliffs that enclosed the Demon's Pit Citadel.
"They are coming!"
"The orcs are attacking!!"
From the four corners of the Citadel's walls, magus stood sentinel, their eyes trained on the distant horizon. They watched in grim anticipation as tens of thousands of orcs began to traverse the formidable lava sea on thick metal plates, hastily constructed to serve as rafts.
It was a horrifying sight; a sea of grotesque figures bathed in the orange-red glow of the burning lava, their rafts bobbing and swaying in the molten waves as they navigated across the mile-wide fiery chasm.
