Alston stood at the entrance to the enormous mountain. It reminded him a bit of the warlock stronghold. Outside, a perfectly formed geologic feature, but inside, a fortress fit for a king. He’d used his power to mold and shape the earth into rooms, halls, and spaces that would be useful for his army. As he worked on the new Order headquarters, he’d reached out to some of his long-time spies amongst the ranks of the pixies and trolls, sending them out to gather information and new warriors. That had been a month ago. Now the fortress teamed with supernatural followers: trolls, pixies, warlocks, fae, and vampires. No elves had joined, but he wasn’t concerned. Ludcarab could handle those warriors. He was likely keeping them close for the time being. Cain had not arrived either, though Alston
