A moment of stillness.
Then Mhazul steps forward.
No signal is given. No horn sounds.
The warlord doesn't wait.
He moves like an avalanche. The ground trembles beneath each thunderous footfall as he strides toward Veylan's Watch—the massive fortress guarding the rift. Built from blackstone and reinforced with enchantment, the fortress is carved into the canyon wall like a jagged crown. Ten kilometers wide. Five thick layers of defense. Thousands of archers, mages, and enchanted artillery.
It was made to withstand a siege for years.
Mhazul stops at the edge of the canyon floor, gazing up at the towering walls. His breath comes slow and steady. Crimson veins glow brighter across his obsidian skin. The chains at his waist begin to rise, not from wind, but from pressure—magic coiling around him like smoke ready to ignite.
He lowers one axe.
Then he lifts the other skyward.
The air distorts.
[Tier 6 Skill: Ashrend Requiem]
