Field of the Dead.

Agranah Palace.

"You can't barge i--"

A guard tried to stop another guard who was bent on meeting the God-king at once. The desperate guard broke his way through and hurried through the throne hall towards where Xerxes was.

The throne hall was filled with the activities like the previous day. You wouldn't had guessed that something fiery was about to scorch Agranah.

The guard didn't stop as he hurried through but was stopped by the elites. Xerxes noticed then raised one of his hands. Silence knew its place as usual. But before he could ask, the guard's throat flexed its needs,

"The army arrived. The army of the furious dead. They are marching towards the field by the Arena."

"Be at peace, dear mortal. How large is this army?"

Xerxes' thick voice filled the room. The guard took a few loops of breath before he came on,

"Around a thousand army. But they are not humans! They are wierd looking really creepy. I wat
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