Back in the stronghold, Valeria fly again above her army aftere changing them into more obedient soldiers. Her black wings slicing through the air. Below her the thralls that once proud warriors but now was nothing more than mindless puppets marched in perfect unison. The rune she had planted on each of them had done its work well. Their eyes were hollow, devoid of any spark of life. They moved only at her command. All of their wills and thought are erased."Keep moving!" she barked, her voice cold and sharp. "No hesitation!"The thralls obeyed without question, their feet dragging across the stone flooe, weapons clutched tightly in their hands. Valeria's eyes glowed as she surveyed her forces. She felt a twisted knot in her heart in knowing she held absolute control over them by this means. Her grip tightened on her sword as she hovered, watching them from above.