Blood and Rain
"Squeeze the throat! March them through! Let the glass kingdom claim its prize!"
The violet light died. Aelion stepped back, drawing his slender twin daggers with a fluid, resolute ring. "They are coming."
A tense, breathless minute passed. Then, the heavy, rhythmic clinking of enchanted glass armor echoed into the stone throat. The Forest Elven vanguard marched into view, their shields shimmering with refracted light, their banners flying high as they charged headfirst into the center of the trap, entirely blind to the teeth waiting to snap shut above them.
Hot Chapters