Pixels rearranged themselves into the visage of an ancient war chamber. Bamboo scrolls unspooled across the monitor, their ink characters dripping like fresh blood. A voice, dry as sun-scorched earth, whispered from his headphones:
2. Delete your save. Become a warlord in the silence. Stronghold Warlords The Art of War-CODEX
The war had only just begun.
On the tenth night, Kaelen's own keep vanished. Pixels rearranged themselves into the visage of an
