Kingdom of Ash

scrambled up, the fear of flame not enough to
deter them.
Sprinting to the nearest ladder, Aedion
nocked arrow after arrow, firing at the
soldiers creeping up its rungs. Clean shots
through the gaps in the dark armor.
The archers around him did the same, and
the Bane soldiers behind him settled into
fighting stances, waiting for the first to breach
the walls.
At the city gates, flame blasted and raged.
He’d concentrated many of the Mycenians at
either of the two gates into Orynth, their most
vulnerable weakness along the walls.
That the fire kept flaring as it did told him
enough: Morath was making its push there.
Rolfe’s order to Conserve fire! set a pit of
dread forming in his gut, but Aedion focused
on the siege ladder. His bow twanged, and
another soldier tumbled away. Then another.