"Where is that damned Necromancer?!" the Scorpion King paced back and forth, searching for the Necromancer.
With each passing second, he watched as his clansmen died in droves. Their miserable screams echoed continuously throughout the palace.
His rage boiled like an inferno.
Many times, he wanted to jump down and join the battle himself.
Standing atop the highest building in the palace, he overlooked the battlefield and witnessed the brutality of the war unfolding beneath him.
'When was the last time my mighty Scorpion Clan experienced this?' he thought as the bitterness in his heart deepened.
For as long as he could remember, no person or clan had ever set foot inside their palace.
Not even their palace.
Not even their city.
The closest their enemies had ever come was breaching the city gate, but even then, they had immediately been stopped by their valiant army.
But now, the battle had been brought deep into his palace.
How could he accept this?
