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“Follow us. The Lord will fill you personally.” The guards escort Prad through the once proud castle. He sees guards in force at every corridor, servants hurrying from one task to another, mages at work analyzing residual energies from the previous attack. But what Prad notices the most is the number of guards. At least four guards are stationed at every corridor, and there are even more per room, not accounting the numerous squads he saw outside.

It is safe to assume Armata has an army stationed here. Considering he commands The Covenant Of Four Wings, with an expansive castle in the north, south and west. It is also safe to assume he has an army stationed at the other castles as well. The assumption easily brings up scenarios of Armata mobilizing all four simultaneously, striking every major city as they move inland. Yet now was not the time.

Prad enters the throne room to the sight of the Vampire Lord, a Copper Wyvern, a mountain of Black Steel, and a broken chair.

“Prad? You look different than the last time we met. You don’t look as, frail. I wouldn’t know it was you if I hadn’t received word that you were coming.” Armata smirks.