No sooner had the sun risen than a goblin that was part of the scouts rushed in to deliver urgent news, breathless and pale.
"Lord!" he shouted, his voice cracking. "A titan has been spotted in the nearby beastkin territory! It's... it's tearing everything apart!"
The urgency in his voice sent a ripple of tension through the gathered crowd. Aelyndra stepped closer, her golden eyes narrowing. "How far is it?"
"Less than half a day's march," the scout replied.
Lance wasted no time after hearing this, sooner or later, it would reach them, and that would be bad. "Gather the elite forces," he ordered. "We move immediately."
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The elite forces, a mixture of all the races, assembled immediately. Aelyndra shifted into her dragon form, her massive wings ready to carry her into battle.
Rynne, armed and ready, approached Lance. "You really think we can take this thing down?"
