The horizon is growing dim, a portent of the storm to come. Our scouts report thousands of winged fiends are massing. 25,000 numerous eyes stare down at us, waiting for the signal to pounce. We must be prepared. Sharpen our weapons, inspect our armor, and gather our spirits. This is a fight for our freedom. A victory will secure our fate. A defeat

Within the labyrinthine depths of the forgotten fortress, a chilling whisper echoes. It speaks of an impending catastrophe, a tsunami of feathered fury poised to consume all in its path. The ancient scroll, bleeding with the blood of forgotten rituals, foretells the awakening of 25,000 talons - a legion of nightmarish creatures thirsting for vengea