Kingdom of Ash

It wasn’t just the victory or conquest that
Erawan desired, but their complete surrender.
Their begging for it to be over, for him to end
them, rule them.
Aedion ground his teeth as he limped down
the battlements, the light quickly fading, the
temperature plummeting.
Five days.
The weapons they’d estimated running out
in three or four days had lasted until today.
Until now.
Down the wall, one of the Mycenians sent a
plume of flame onto the Valg still trying to
scale the siege ladder. Where it burned,
demons fell away.
Rolfe stood by the woman wielding the
firelance, his face as bloodied and sweaty as
Aedion’s.
A black-armored hand clamped onto the
battlement beside Aedion as he passed by,