Kingdom of Ash

toward them, toward the ruks soaring for their
exposed back.
In the city, along Orynth’s walls, a white-
haired queen bellowed, “Push! Push! Push!”
Exhausted witches took to the skies, on
broom and beast, swords lifting. Racing for
the front of the aerial legion turning to the
ruks. To crush the Ironteeth legion between
them.
On the bloody ground, Morath aimed
spears, pikes, swords, anything they bore at
the thundering cavalry.
It was not enough to stop them.
Not when shields of wind and flame and
blackest death locked into place—and sliced
into the front lines of Morath.
Felling the soldiers braced for battle.
Exposing those behind still waiting to raise
weapons.
Leaving Morath wide open for the golden