Meanwhile, a change of perspective

Gwenndelyn crouched down. Before her was a busted wall, and several dead men all torn to shreds. She was really not in the mood for this. She held her hand to her face, gesturing holy signs for the dead. Then she stood up.

"Get the construction team here asap, before the Dark Lord takes advantage of this! Move it!"

"Yes ma'am!" The messenger saluted and ran towards the nearest post. Men were already re-laying the foundation of the wall, carrying dirt in sacks. She kept watch, her hand ready to draw her broadsword at a moments notice. Her coppery armour, gilded with holy ivory, glinted in the sun, and protected her ebony skin underneath. On her face the sign of fatigue and loss was clear, as many restless months have passed since her beloved fell in a battle against the Dark Lord. But she couldn't reminisce; she had her duty to uphold, and that came first.

"What in the world could've broken through this wall?" she wondered, "and why only now? And why no follow up? This doesn't feel right, something is going on." She looked at the trail that headed away from the wall. There were so many footsteps left in the mud that she thought perhaps an army passed through. However, there were witnesses of the event. She had battled plenty of monsters and beasts in the past, but this wasn't like anything she's seen or heard of before. An everchanging beast with a hundred arms and legs? She would've dismissed it as madness if the evidence wasn't here. "Something is definitely going on."

"Lady Gwenndelyn!" A scout stopped their galloping horse in front of her, pulling on the reigns. The horse neighed loudly.

"Speak."

"I followed the trail as you asked, but... it can travel faster and further than the wind! This... 'thing', I followed its path for dozens of miles, and I could see it went on for dozens more! I had to return lest I took too long to carry my report back."

She furrowed her brow, deep in thought. "Which way is it headed?" she finally said.

"North-east in a straight line m'lady."

"North-east? Hm. If it went in that direction, then it's clear what it's going for. I fear the capital is in danger! Have the Gnomes send a warning by wire to every town and settlement on the way, tell them to be on high alert. I will head to Londiumberg myself; as a protector of this wall I failed to stop it here, and I must vanquish this beast."

"At once m'lady!"

She jumped to her horse, and galloped to the nearest post, seeking the telemagus out with haste. A quick step into a chalk circle, and she was teleported to the capital barracks in Londinumberg in a blink of an eye, appearing suddenly as if she were always there. She spat out a living sardine out from her mouth nonchalantly like one would with chewing gum, which flopped and gasped on the floor; an abnormal yet typical result of teleportation. Usually it was worms or a canary. She hated it when it was the worms.

She hurried off, making preparations.