The sound of war drums did not begin the day.
It was the rumble of marching feet…the combined weight of thousands of warriors gathering on the open plains. From every path came warriors: armored orcs of the Yohan First Horde, tribal berserkers, Rhakaddon riders, Warg Cavalry, trolls of the 1st Kani'karr Corps dragging siege engines, and chattering goblins preparing for another round tunneling.
They gathered not in chaos, but in unity.
At the center, the elite Yohan First Horde stood at attention. They had not yet tasted battle in past few days, but their every breath burned for it.
Then came Khao'khen.
He walked among them clad in simple war-armor, a massive sword on his back, eyes fierce. Sakh'arran, silent and alert, followed him closely.
Khao'khen raised his hand…and silence swept the plains.
"Warriors of the Horde!" his voice boomed. "You have answered my call. You have bled the earth red. But tomorrow, we do more."
He drew his sword.
"I will be with you…in the flesh."
