Already, people were fleeing to the castle.
The brave souls who had lingered in the city
all this time, hoping against hope that they
might survive. Now they ran, children in their
arms, for the castle that would be the final
bastion against Morath’s hordes. For however
long that would be.
Hours, perhaps.
Manon had given the order to pull back,
and Crochans and Ironteeth landed upon the
wall by the still-steady southern gate, some
joining the battle, others holding the line
against the enemy aerial legion on their tails.
The western gate shuddered again, rocking
inward, the wood and metal and chains they’d
reinforced it with buckling.
Aedion sensed the enemy rushing at his
exposed left and lifted his shield, so infinitely
heavy. But a riderless wyvern intercepted the
soldier, ripping the man in two before hurling
lily
(lily)
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