Formal Declaration

"Still nothing…" Cleavster read the messages sent back by his fellow lords, even though their situations were a bit different to his, as they were opting to remain concealed in the wide territory of their respective legions, a hardly manoeuvrable swamp, a desertic landscape ran through by countless ravines, jagged mountains filled with caves and steep falls, the undeads should be searching for the livings, but they also remained passive there.