Aaron stared blankly at the gates of the underground tunnel.
Outside lay the army of Skaven Clanrats. On his chaos power radar, densely packed points of warpstone light stretched out like a vast sea, announcing the enemy's staggering numbers. His preliminary estimate put the Skaven at thirty thousand at least, perhaps forty thousand, perhaps fifty thousand.
Judging by their Grey Seers, the Skaven had brought twenty or thirty of them this time.
Doomlords?
A sudden surge of fury rose in Aaron's heart. He abruptly realized that ever since arriving in the Realms, he had been operating on a shoestring and passively taking blows. So far, he had done only one thing-scramble for safety under attacks from the Chaos Gods and the Realms' various dark powers.
For his greater ambitions and his dream of ascending to godhood, keeping his head down while building his strength was necessary. But if he stayed cautious in every situation, weighed every decision endlessly, and always tried to sit around waiting for death, where was his pride as a chosen of the Four Gods? Where was his dignity as a rising noble of Cormyr's Purple Dragon Kingdom, a man who might one day become a prince of Cormyr?
Run, run, run. Hide, hide, hide. Fuck running!
Now all the Four Gods' power is unlocked, and my own golden law is complete. Golden Law Beast, divine body transformed into a sword-today, I'm going to smash your face in, Great Horned Rat!
The stone gates opened. The thunder of cannon fire rolled in from outside. The overture to Be'lakor's frontal assault on the Great Horned Rat's position had begun!
Billowing dust rose into the sky above the Explosion Crater. The Skaven army occupied the circular pit in the center of the Lower City, where visibility was abysmal. Dark