"Elian!" Red barked into the mind of his human priest. "Mobilize the docks immediately. I want human sailors, Mud-Skippers, Ash-kin shock troops, standard Shell-kin, and Treants on the galleons right now. Sail them to the glacial drop-off where the ice meets the sea."
"Lord?" Elian's voice clearly startled by the sudden screaming. "The fleet is ready, but the waters there are freezing—"
"We already have the facility for that treatment. " Red roared, his eyes tracking the slowly creeping static in the north. "Deploy the Mud-skippers. Tell the amphibious units to dive to the absolute bottom of the trench and find a black stone. Go!"
Down in the physical realm, the port city erupted into chaotic motion. Massive wooden galleons detached from the docks. The mixed vanguard of humans and monsters sailed directly into the freezing northern waters.
