Huarti descends the dune face with his guardians below the terrace. The red beacon pulses ahead, fixing the basin where black scales crowd together in the gloom.
The host shifts at the glow, hissing low and tight. Several heads lift at once, searching the sand for the source of the mark.
An
They see us. The crossing is holding, but they will try to break past it.
Huarti keeps moving, and the sand seems to part around his long stride. The beacon hangs over the basin like an accusation, pointing straight to the densest knot of enemies.
Ghorrik Sul, the 7th
Give the word, lord. If they flee, we cut them off. If they charge, we make them regret it.
Huarti
The basin is their gathering point.
A black dragon at the rim spreads its wings and snarls, drawing the whole host into motion. The hunt becomes a purge, and this basin is the first place Huarti can crush their incursion and seal the nursery's rule over the desert.
✓ Quest Accepted
Stop the black dragon host