The Red River was not just a name. It was a literal torrent of boiling, crimson fluid that smelled sharply of rusted iron and ancient decay. The massive army of the Howling Keep, now bolstered by 300,000 terrified Demonic Monkeys, set up their encampment along the muddy banks.
Sirius stood beside Adonis. She watched the thick, churning currents with a look of extreme distaste. She crossed her arms tightly, boosting her generous cleavage upward in a deliberate display.
"The current is incredibly fast," Sirius pointed out. "We will need to construct bone bridges for the infantry. That will take at least six hours. Are you absolutely certain you do not want an escort, my Emperor? I could bring my elite shadow-knights. We could flank the outer perimeter of the forest while you move through the center."
Adonis checked the edge of his Violet Chaos sword.
