"Ummm… hmm. Interesting," Sofia finally murmured, her lips moving slightly to one side as she stared across the transformed battlefield.
Even she looked genuinely confused now.
The structures spread across the plains in every direction her eyes could reach forests of pale skeletal trees, black lightning spires, massive bone artillery, crimson blood veins pulsing beneath the ground itself. Everything radiated the same quiet, dangerous intent.
Nothing about it looked natural.
Honestly, everyone standing atop the wall had gone completely silent by now.
Not because they lacked thoughts.
But because none of them knew what expression they were supposed to wear anymore.
Shock?
Fear?
Awe?
The battlefield before them looked less like preparations for war and more like the territory of some ancient nightmare slowly waking beneath the dawn.
Lord Kael was the first to finally force himself out of the stupor.
