Kingdom of Ash

have held out—a few days or weeks, but they
could have lasted.
But with the thousand or so Ironteeth
witches who soared toward them on those
wyverns ... They would not need their
infernal towers to destroy this city, the castle.
To rip open the city gates and walls and let in
Morath’s hordes.
The soldiers began to spot the wyverns.
People cried out, along the battlements. Up in
the castle looming behind them.
This siege would not even get the chance to
be a siege.
It would end today. Within a few hours.
Racing feet skidded to a halt, and then
Lysandra was there, panting. “Tell me what to
do, where to go.” Her emerald eyes were wide
with terror—helpless terror and despair. “I
can change into a wyvern, try to keep them—”
“There are over a thousand Ironteeth,”