Kingdom of Ash

moving toward the spot it would now
undeniably strike upon the battlements. Close
enough to the stairs down to the gate. Morath
had chosen the location well.
Some of the soldiers they passed were
praying, a shuddering push of words into the
frigid morning air.
Lorcan said to one of them, “Save your
breath for the battle, not the gods.”
Rowan shot him a look, but the man,
gaping at Lorcan, quieted.
Chaol ordered another volley, and arrows
flew, Fenrys firing as he walked. As if he were
barely bothered.
Still, the whispered prayers continued
down the line, swords shaking along with
them.
Up by Chaol, the soldiers held firm, faces
solid.
But here, on this level of the battlements