Somewhere in the realm of Arkanthos…
“How’s our campaign in Caldurthia?” A Black Gargoyle with golden stripes on his body asked.
The one who spoke sat on the Obsidian Throne, and he was none other than the Gargoyle Emperor, Obelith, the ruler of Gargoyles in the Realm of Arkanthos.
“We have the upper hand in our surprise attack,” a Red Gargoyle replied. “They’re now holed up in their capital city, making their last stand. If we send more reinforcements, we will probably conquer their realm within two to three days.”
“Good,” Obelith smiled. “What of the other realms we’re targeting? Janvidr should have fallen by now, no? I have sent more than enough manpower to finally kill that Giantess who kept on getting in our way. That old hag should have died long ago, but she is as stubborn as a cockroach.”
A Black Gargoyle shuddered, but it understood that it needed to give its report.