Leviathan watched as his masterwork unfolded before him.
Nova. The capital of the human continent. The greatest, strongest, most beautiful city humanity had built in the last century, home to its most powerful warriors, its proudest soldiers, the very heart of the White Flame Empire.
And now it was crumbling into misery and helplessness before his eyes, its defenders stripped of everything that had made them formidable only minutes ago.
He had not lied, not about any of it. He would take the Emperor's head before the day was done.
The entire population was destined to be turned, every last soul remade into Devourer Beasts, a revelation of terrible significance in itself, proof that no human was beyond the reach of his King's curse, that the infection consuming the world had no ceiling and no exception.
