Chapter 49

Clop, clop, clop!

Drogo and his warriors charged like a thunderstorm, a murderous aura sweeping toward the Great Pyramid. Though invisible, the pressure of their advance was enough to shake the souls of all who saw it.

The three major mercenary companies were nearly annihilated—few had fled, most lay dead. Even from afar, those atop the tower could clearly see the tide of battle.