Becoming the Dark Lord [LitRPG]

Night lay heavy over the battlefield. Eleanor stood alone atop a wooden watchtower, the cold wind slipping through its gaps and tugging at the torn flags above her. Even with hundreds of soldiers spread across the green plain below, an unnatural silence clung to the air, a silence no sound of movement or clatter of armor could break. It was the kind of silence that comes before the inevitable.

Behind her, the capital and the third fortress glimmered faintly under the moonlight, like dying embers in the dark. Ahead stretched an endless field of tall grass swaying in the wind, and at its farthest edge loomed a colossal, translucent barrier, so vast it seemed to cleave the world in two. Beyond it, still and immense, waited the castle.

That castle...