"My king. Brakkenvein is reporting contact. The strange blue forces led by human females are engaged in active assault. Magma breach through the upper levels. The walls are failing. They report heavy casualties among the command structure-"
"Brakkenvein is two hundred miles west of the Greymount!"
"I know, my king. It's a separate attack… Two cities were besieged at once."
Ragnar stared at him.
"Quinlan Elysiar is barely level fifty."
"Quinlan Elysiar was level one ten months ago."
A third messenger came through the door before the second had finished.
"My king. Brakkenvein has fallen."
"What?"
"The final dispatch came in fifteen seconds ago. They said defeat is imminent." The messenger's voice cracked. "We can no longer reach them."
Ragnar's hand began to shake.
"The Primordial Villain will grind like never before. His experience gain is multiplied threefold…"
The fourth messenger came in before the third had stepped aside.
