The wind howled across the southern hills and offered absolutely zero cover.
Zion stood on the highest rocky ridge and looked down at the valley below her boots.
Six hundred Unchained soldiers camped in the freezing mud.
She recognized the cold, miserable reality of her army instead of just seeing a collection of pixels.
Exarch Darius marched fifteen hundred heavy Church soldiers into the valley two days ago.
He secured the main road leading north and established a massive iron blockade.
Zion possessed the raw stats to shatter his defensive line.
She could draw her black sword and carve a bloody path straight through the infantry.
But a direct assault meant heavy casualties for the Unchained.
She would lose half her people in the crossfire.
She opened her main menu.
The global countdown timer blinked in the top right corner of her vision.
[TIME REMAINING: 18 DAYS.]
She had eighteen days to reach the capital and find the Architect.
