'Your Majesty.' Zaun's voice rang in Godfrey's hazy mind. His eyes adjusted to where he was, and he found himself in a hallway, standing before the Immortal Armour's door.
Before it stood the Chief Alchemist, who tilted his head when he saw Godfrey standing before him, naked, without an arm and an eye.
"So you can summon me," Godfrey said.
"This isn't the first time we've done it. Our status in the Order grants us great advantage, surpassing you in almost every aspect except might." Zaun turned and, with a gentle push of his hand, the huge door bulged and swung inward, revealing a massive hollowed-out space that looked like it was hewn out of a cave, with towering pillars placed to hold the rocky ceiling.
In this vast hall stood what was once the Crimson Taotie Army. Now, all fifty thousand of them, the Footmen, all with their ornate broad axes, and the Horsemen with their towering spears that once had crimson cloth tied close to the spearhead, were now coated with gold.
