Magical attacks rained down on the army, killing the soldiers almost instantly as they came in contact with the corrosive magic.
The soldiers collapsed to the ground, wailing in pain as their bodies were sucked dry until resemble husks.
The princess grimaced and clenched her teeth at the horrifying sight.
"They planned for this."
The speed at which they attacked was as if they were waiting to ambush her when she returned.
Immediately, she knew who was behind it.
It was the man standing on the wall overseeing the ambush. Her own father.
The same father who sold her to the orcs and used her as a bargaining chip while doing so.
Somehow, he had figured out her plan to seek the help of the creature that had become a sort of folktale for her people.
All across Kronus, people told tales of the centipede-like creature who was ridding their land of the monsters that tormented them all while restoring the beauty of their homeland.
