The General stood on the western tower, looking down at the little ants crawling around in the castle village of foolish Gunzeticus. How pitiful they were, weak little things, scurrying about like chickens with their heads cut off. He eyed the runes that were floating in the sky, and on the ground that protected the people of his enemies empire, and spat on the ground.
"Soon.... your pathetic excuse of an empire will crumble, and when that day comes..... I will rule as Emperor, with his Lord as my mighty patron God ruling above me. We shall rule with an iron fist.... yes, the sniveling, putrid fools will be weeded out, and only the strong will be allowed to live, our new empire will be the greatest power this world has ever seen."
He laughed to himself, yes, very soon.... the machine will be ready, and the pitiful white magic that is an obsticle to his armies will be no more, and they will soon be able to overtake their castle. Oh yes, that day will be GLORIOUS!!!