Kingdom of Ash

Not when it might be the heads of his own
soldiers that were launched at Orynth’s walls.
Ren ordered another volley, their arrows so
few compared to what had been unleashed
seconds before. A spattering of rain compared
to a downpour. Many found their marks,
soldiers in dark armor going down. But they
were replaced by those behind them, mere
cogs in some terrible machine.
“We fight as one,” Aedion called down the
line, forcing himself to ignore the scattered
heads. “We die as one.”
A horn blared from deep within the enemy
ranks. Morath began its all-out run on their
front line.
Aedion’s boots dug into the mud as he
braced his shield arm. Like it could possibly
hold back the tide stretching into the horizon.
He counted his breaths, knowing they were
limited. A ghost leopard’s snarl ripped down