In the midst of all-consuming flames, under the direct command of Major General Lovainne, the elite Ophris troops shattered through the defensive lines of Heieg in rapid succession.
Numbering no more than 3,000, every soldier had to pull their weight, no matter the rank. That was why the Major General himself fought dangerously close to the frontlines despite his higher station.
His presence alone was enough to rally the troops, but that was not the true reason he was there. Encircled by four magic-wielding gunslingers, Lovainne served as bait.
A tantalizing lure for the enemy mages who were sure to emerge the moment they realized an enemy commander was within striking distance.
A few hours had passed since the initial assault, and in that time, the flames spread like a merciless plague. They devoured everything in their wake, monuments, buildings, ancient oaks, and sprawling gardens, reducing Drakensmar to a city of ash and ruin.
