[The Barren Land, Current time, Damian's POV.]
It had been barely a week since Damian had left the pigmen city. He did occasionally check on their situation through waygates, though. A week was barely enough to prepare for a fight against an entity that could wipe out a whole planet's civilization. He did what he could, though, and that would have to be enough.
The last time he checked, the furthest fort was about to be overwhelmed by the black army. They had arrived. Damian did not sense Shadecaster or the Demon Lord anywhere, but the massive mana signatures were not lacking. So many Legendary-class black ones.
This won't do. The time was up. If he waited a moment longer, the loss would be immeasurable.
Damian got up, stopping his meditation. It helped him manage his own boundless mana and aura better.
