The defenders on the wall noticed his arrival. He received a personal welcome when the massive ballistae shot their giant flaming harpoons at him. They must have found his 30-meter figure to be an eyesore.
The giant harpoons struck his body and exploded covering him in flames. The flames died down but he was unarmed. Many more were shot at him and they hit him too. All he did was smile to himself. Then he grabbed one in the air and hauled it back at the wall. The resulting explosion made him laugh.
He sighed and said. "Same walls but different people. What a pity."
The defenses of the central domain have changed and it fills him with nostalgia. Normally, the sky ought to be covered with harpoons as the sentries on the wall fire volleys upon volleys. At least that's what his father told him about the war that occurred 10,000 years ago.
