Old World, Brittania, early July, Cursed City Musillon.
Laine finally entered Musillon with the posture of a victor.
This fortress, as solid as a rock, had finally fallen before him. Laine, filled with the joy of victory, led his directly affiliated forces into this place that was both a fortress and a city.
Low houses were linked together in clusters, all the residents had surrendered, and apart from the humans, the undead had been completely destroyed. Now, what remained for Laine was less than twenty thousand residents and clusters of dilapidated houses, twisted streets, filthy gutters, and waterlogged roads.
