Minvric smiled widely despite the painful tug on his lips it caused. He could barely believe his luck. Having been shut out of Heaven's Peak for the past few years and then trapped, finding the new Overlord standing before him had been nothing short of a miracle. Truly, Vessperion blessed him with such fortune. After a few tries he had managed to clarify his name, and now he led his Dark Lord to Faustus' arena. From there he could enter the city above. Minvric had no doubt that his master would defeat anything the governor threw at him. He glanced up again as he heard a faint voice coming from Lord Erengar, though he knew it was not his voice. His god or one of his messengers spoke to him that was clear. A very good sign.
Behind then, the minions swarmed, eagerly inspecting and smashing old pottery and statues. Minvric had never seen one of the dark warriors before, but the depictions were a precise match to those he saw now. Behind them, the peasants