Kingdom of Ash

gate.
They had to get inside the city. By any
means possible.
Hoisting up siege ladders that had been
knocked to the earth only minutes or hours
earlier, the khagan’s army climbed the walls,
some bearing the injured on their backs.
His magic little more than a breeze, Rowan
gritted his teeth against his throbbing leg and
shoulder and hauled away the Morath grunt
half-sprawled over Gavriel.
Centuries of existence, years spent waging
war and journeying through the world—gone.
Rendered into nothing but this still body, this
discarded shell.
Rowan’s knees threatened to buckle. More
and more of their forces scaled the city walls,
an orderly but swift flight into a temporary
haven.
Keep going. They had to keep going.