Aura stood atop a cliff overlooking Granat's city, her army of headless undead shuffling mindlessly behind her. The magical barrier surrounding the city glimmered faintly in the distance, an irritating obstacle preventing her from unleashing carnage on the unsuspecting citizens within. "Tch, how bothersome," she scoffed, tapping her foot impatiently. That wretched barrier was the only thing standing between her and total domination of the Northern Lands. She glanced back at her undead hord...