Kingdom of Ash

right into the onslaught of the Ironteeth
legion.
Below, Morath swarmed with an urgency
she had not yet witnessed. A black sea that
crashed against the city walls, breaking over it
every now and then.
Siege ladders went up faster than they
could be taken down, and now, the sun barely
cresting, siege towers inched forward.
Lysandra barreled into an Ironteeth witch
—a Blackbeak, from the dyed leather band on
her brow—and tore her from the saddle before
ripping out the throat of her wyvern.
One. Only one out of the mass in the skies.
She dove, picking another target.
Then another. And another. It would not be
enough.
And where the Ironteeth legion had been
content to engage them in battle these past
few weeks, today they pushed. Drove them