206 The Strongest Night Lords

Armecolith looked up at Waxel's Domain beginning to shatter.

It was about time there was some progress. 

It felt like a hundred years had passed though it had only been 90 days. It felt like a century of watching paint dry in the middle of the desert, but he was beginning to see the shield around Waxel slowly falling apart. 

He sighed and turned around, noticing a few Night Lords were approaching his position. They almost never traveled together, and frankly weren't supposed to. Yet, at this moment, he felt Gorgolith and a few of his brothers shooting over the nearby mountains.

'Something must have happened, and it probably wasn't good. However, what is wrong with those idiots! I spent 300 years studying arrays so we could see each other again! And now! Now you all decide to come at me in a pack! Are you nuts?!'