"They're here…" Lord Kael's voice came out low beneath the wind, almost swallowed by the distant rumbling spreading across the plains. His eyes remained fixed ahead while his body unconsciously tensed, every instinct inside him preparing for battle.
Yet none of them moved.
Not yet.
They waited.
For him.
The Great Rock Army continued advancing beneath the pale morning sky, and now that the distance had shortened further, the true scale of it became visible.
The battlefield looked drowned beneath golems.
As far as the eye could follow across the plains, there were only colossal figures marching endlessly forward, their movements shaking the earth beneath every step they took. Dust clouds rolled around their legs while the distant sound of stone grinding against stone echoed endlessly across the horizon.
There were many kinds among them.
Some were built from black stone.
Others from hardened earth or compressed sand.
Several appeared fused from multiple materials entirely.
