Who's The Big Man Now!?

"Oh? Seems he's here already." 

Darius stretched his weary old body as he stood up from his throne after days of inactivity. 

He had to admit... he was more anxious about this battle than he initially believed he'd be. 

None of the reports he'd received had been good, and by that I mean he hadn't received any at all. 

Meaning the armies he'd sent out to subdue Abaddon's advancing armies had already been crushed flat or captured. 

And given the fact that dragons are not particularly well known to take prisoners, he was leaning more towards the former. 

Sighing, the old dwarf began walking through his empty castle, trying to pinpoint where he had felt this strange and ominous energy from. 

Pushing open the front doors to his home, he took in the sight of an empty city.

He had evacuated this place three days ago out of necessity, and he honestly wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do at the time.