Malrox groaned as a sharp pain ran through his body. He looked around, his vision doubling and his ears ringing. Slowly, he got up, debris falling off his back, and used a nearby wall as support.
His mind was fuzzy, and he had a throbbing headache, but after a few moments, he was able to recall what had happened.
"What the hell happened here?! Guards!" He shouted, but no one answered.
Screaming could be heard in the distance, not the screaming of joy or fear, but the screams of people dying brutally. It was the sound of a purge.
"Who dares to invade my territory and kill my people?!" Malrox took off in the direction of the screams, spotting a large army marching into his territory. They slaughtered anyone who attacked or threatened them with no mercy.
The very small remnants of his army were pushed back, killed, or forced to surrender. His defenses were destroyed, and his entire territory was defenseless.
