Deep within the rugged mountains shrouded in fog, ten red-skinned, horned creatures moved cautiously through the dense forest. Their numbers were small—for now. But they weren't concerned about that. The most important thing at this moment was stealth, ensuring they didn't mobilize too many soldiers at once and risk detection.
After several minutes, the towering spires of white marble came into view, hidden behind an imposing fortress wall and shimmering with the glow of a powerful Magic barrier.
The ten Daemons glared at the distant structure with expressions filled with fury, though a trace of fear lingered in their eyes. They could never forget the last time they had been here — when the Dragonborn and the Elves' Magic had decimated their ranks.
"Are we certain about this?" one of the Daemons asked, his voice tinged with doubt.
