Asterion - Nourishing the Upper Echelons

Surging down those frostbitten peaks, my ungodly trio commands them. Instructed to ravage their allies across the vast wilderness, the harsh environment affects them none. Scouts found amidst the snow covered trees, they were eliminated with much ease. My horde proceeds as if deaths whip lases upon its back.

De Seis, Infector, Grand Vizier, Immortal...

Nightfall has fallen upon us, an unforeseen blizzard wails on. We march through with torches, the entrance to the tunnel has been found. Free willed units will sacrifice themselves, evenly distributed for consumption. Nourishing the upper echelons, their servitude will not be forgotten.

"De Seis, we must proceed through the storm for the moon shall light our righteous path. Assemble Infector, Grand Vizier, and the horde, for we are death in its purest form."

De Seis, Infector, Grand Vizier, Immortal...