Kingdom of Ash

at his side, Aedion tipped his head back as he
watched them soar into the air above the
plain.
“You really think they can fight against
that?” Ren nodded toward the oncoming sea
of Ironteeth witches and wyverns.
“I think we don’t have any other choice but
to hope they can,” Aedion said, unslinging his
bow from across his back. Ren did the same.
At the silent signal, archers down the city
walls took up their bows.
Scattered amongst them, Rolfe’s
Mycenians positioned their firelances, bracing
the metal contraptions on the wall itself.
Morath marched. There would be no more
delays, no more surprises. This battle would
unfold.
Aedion glanced toward the curve of the
Florine, the ice sheets glaringly bright in the
morning sun. He shut out the dread in his