'THIS IS WAR!'
Ophar felt strangely overjoyed.
In spite of what all of his soldiers likely discussed about him, he never enjoyed the war. It was nothing more but a ladder for him to climb to greater heights. A dire necessity he made his own and used to the best of his ability.
Ophar never really liked to fight, to kill. But after being subjected to the paralyzing fear of the strange spell that culled his men left and right while giving them no chance at retaliation…
After going through that hellish experience, just like after the imperial legions managed to breach Lunagar's gate… all hell broke loose.
The victims of the spell finally found a way to strike back at those who kept killing them. And for once, the world returned to how it should be.
