Damian floated toward Krazgor's massive kneeling form, boots touching down on top of the reanimated corpse's head.
Standing there, two meters tall on a forty-meter giant, Damian's gaze swept across the assembled army.
"You and your leaders believe you're the ones declaring war on humanity today?"
His voice grew harder, carrying across the two-kilometer Domain.
"All of you are gravely mistaken!"
The black sun pulsed overhead, pressure intensifying.
"For it is I, Damian Valcor, who has come to declare war on your entire race!"
The words landed like hammer blows, each one driving the truth deeper.
Thousands of giants stared up at the armored figure standing atop their fallen Chief's reanimated corpse.
An armored demon wreathed in black flames from his mount, backed by a crimson sky and a black sun, surrounded by dozens of their own dead warriors kneeling in submission.
"A demon..."
Someone whispered it, the word spreading through the ranks.
"He's not human..."
