Chapter 34 When The Iron Cracks
- The wind over the Iron Vale stank of soot, blood, and destiny.
- Elara stood on the northern ridge, her cloak billowing behind her as the first banners of the Ashborn King’s army appeared on the horizon. Thousands of them. Armored in scorched steel, their eyes glowing like molten embers.
- At her side stood Kael, pale but upright, arm wrapped tightly in a fresh bandage.