The drums sound. The horns wail. The heroes are aware of you. It is no matter. They will fall, like the rest of the Empire. You look to your dark armies, shrouded in a sinister aura. The undead, dark magic, and even mortals willing to serve your dark desires stand ready to fight and die at a whim. You lift your dark blade as the race of man breathes it's last breath. The walls they hide behind shake at your will. Your armies advance. Under your dark helmet, you smile.