The critical objective was simple: exterminate the swarm by severing its head. They had to kill the Insect King or the Broodmother. Without a hive mind to command them, the insectoid legions were nothing more than mindless vermin.
"Your Highness, do we storm the city?"
Godfrey leaned over the map; his finger tracing the lines of the outer walls. "If we attack, it must be now, while the sun is high. The dark favors the chitinous bastards. We lose our advantage at night."
Godfrey's eagerness was palpable. He had joined the volunteer legion for one reason: glory. The vaults of the Stoneheart Horde were rumored to be overflowing with spoils, and the hierarchy of this new empire was still being written. He wanted a seat at the table.
He was also intensely curious about the giant before him.
Kaelen didn't answer immediately. He turned his gaze to Thundar, the Battle Elder of the Horde—a creature of immense status and power.
