Kingdom of Ash

“We can keep the Ironteeth at bay,” Manon
said, “but cannot also aid you at the walls.”
They were indeed fighting a relentless tide
that did not diminish.
“So is this the end, then?” Ansel asked. “In
four, five days, we offer our necks to
Morath?”
“We fight to the last of us,” Aedion
growled. “To the very last one.”
Even Lord Darrow did not object to that.
So they departed, meeting over.
There wasn’t anything else to discuss.
Within a few days, they’d all be a grand feast
for the crows.