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Upon leaving the fortress that had been defending the people of these local lands, Lucian and Bok quickly made their way towards the standing grounds where the forces of Chaos had launched their assault.
The standard ornamentation of Chaos was all around Lucian as he walked. Effigies made from the broken bodies mounted upon eight pointed stars were scattered in every crater and crevice. Just as many of them who were the citizens of Albion, Lucian realized, were of the Chaos Worshippers. Warpaint from both sides were covering their limbs, some of them the icons of Chaos while others the decoration of the Albion people.
It did not take long after walking for Bok to get the scent that they were looking for. The massive Kroxigor was equipped with a snout large and powerful enough to sniff out the worst the world had to offer. Predatory senses that were far beyond what was normal for other mortal beings, even those that were specifically bred for the task.
Lucian could only imagine how a creature like this was made.
The Kroxigor soon moved in a specific direction, not bothering to walk on all four of his limbs thanks to how strong the scent was for him. For Lucian it was easy to confirm their trail, for the Chaos Worshippers had left a trail of idolatry in their wake as well as the crushed trees of what was once a mighty forest. Where they walked was the same direction that the worshippers of Chaos walked.
Their traveling at times showed that being with Bok was the best creature for the job. When they had exited the trees the scarceness of readily available woodstuff made it so few ornaments declaring their faith to the dark gods could be seen. Other times there appeared to be a split, where the army became two and took different directions that were far away from one another. Each time though Bok took the right direction, for within a matter of miles Lucian would be witness to large rows of trees knocked down and footprints the size of himself.
So they continued to track the giant.
It was after a few hour’s trip that the signs of Chaos were clear. The ground was no longer a firm brown covered by greenery, but a dark red rotting in pools of green decay. Sometimes trees would burn with blue fire while others would have so many flowers upon themselves that the trees appeared to be dying. It did not help that those flowers looked to be smiling at Lucian.
Confirmation was given when he saw his first set of Idols. There were four of them stacked on top of one another. One was The Hound, one The Crow, the other The Serpent, and lastly of The Eagle. Each of these, whose faces Lucian would call the most evil he had ever been witnessed to, smiled as he arrived in the war camp of Grimidal.