Magehold. A wicked citadel where dark magic thrives and hope goes to die. The masters of this dark fortress, the Dread League, have declared a Black Crusade against all life on the planet, and unleashed hordes of undead upon the armies of the living. The all consuming horde grows with every advance. All fall to its might.

Yet all is not lost for the living. Magehold is both the source of the Dread League's power, but also it's greatest weakness. All it's leadership, all it's power, all it's capability, concentrated into this one place. Concentrated into one target. On one side of the world, armies rally and prepare a direct assault to overwhelm and destroy the dark fortress.

But elsewhere, another plan is hatched. Perhaps, such an expenditure of personnel and materiel is unnecessary. Perhaps, the job can be done from the air. Perhaps, it can be achieved with a single powerful bomb.

The only question is whose plan will be achieved first.

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