As the massive gates of Zovania Citadel creaked open, Ophelia and Drakina, flanked by their formidable armies, stepped out into the bleak landscape that surrounded the stronghold. The early morning sky was overcast, casting a pallid light over the assembled troops. Their movements were precise and disciplined, a stark contrast to the chaotic energy of their leaders.
Ophelia, with her characteristic flair for drama, twirled around playfully before addressing her lieutenants. Her army, a mix of various undead creatures, watched her with a mixture of awe and obedience.
"We head to the north side of the Death Land," Ophelia announced, her voice carrying over the assembled ranks. Her expression was one of excitement, her eyes gleaming with anticipation of the impending destruction.
She turned to Vargus, who stood tall and imposing, his beastly form exuding strength. "Vargus, scout ahead to the north. Report back on any cities or settlements you find."
