They stirred when they noticed seven figures approaching on the other end of the summit. The Witch, the Necromancer, and the Five Generals were making their way slowly, their silhouettes growing sharper against the dimming sky. As they advanced, they stopped at a distance, the air thickening with an ominous tension.
The Royal Army sensed the dark magic emanating from the seven beings, a palpable force that seemed to distort the very air around them. Most of this malevolent energy was concentrated on the former Queen, now turned Witch, her presence a vortex of dark power. Her eyes glowed with a sinister light, and an aura of shadowy tendrils swirled around her, her skin a disgusting shade of grey.
