Chapter 101 March Of The Eclipsed

• The Shadow March burned beneath the weight of its own army.
• Millions of boots struck the scorched ground in perfect rhythm — no breath, no voice, only the steady thunder of death given form. The Eclipsed Legions marched in endless ranks, their eyes red pinpricks beneath helmets of bone and black glass. Above, the sky wept ash.
• Revenant rode at the vanguard upon a steed made of smoke and steel, its hooves leaving trails of molten sand. Around him, banners snapped in a dead wind — sigils of crescent moons devoured by flame.