After I checked with my forces and scanned the latest situational reports from my scouts, I realised that the enemy had already attacked and seized control of Bloomfield and Irvington while I was pinned down in the meat grinder of Newark.
Each of those cities had been struck by an army of a million. Damn! Even with the absolute carnage I had unleashed, killing nearly half a million monsters myself, the overall strategic picture didn't look good.
The Illusionist Archlord was playing a game of numbers that I couldn't win by staying in one place. He was trading his disposable pawns for territory, and he was winning.
Whoosh!
I activated the bookmark and stepped through the spatial portal. The transition was instantaneous, and I appeared in the heart of Elizabeth City. The sight here was jarringly different from the desperate, lonely stand I had just left behind in Newark.
