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The Rise of the Ashen Legion The rim of the massive black crater cracked wide open, shooting geysers of white-hot magma and billowing black smoke hundreds of feet into the air. From the flow of ash and molten rock began to emerge thousands of terror-filled figures. The Ashen Legion was a nightmare from the first epoch of the world, beings of living cinder fused from skeletal bone frames and black rock, eyes burning with the dull, unrelenting glow of dying stars. They did not roar or snarl like beasts; they marched in absolute, terrifying silence, the sound of their heavy stone boots grinding against the permafrost resembling the trampling of a million tombstones. At the center of the advanci

*** Later that day the doctors were rounded up again but this time to assign them to their various teams; “Only for of you were lucky enough to be on my team so the rest of you will be addressed soon. The people on my team are Leo, Peter, Octavia and Summer. These were honor students from their various universities; I hope you guys don’t disappoint me” he addressed them briefly and left. “Hey teammates” Peter walked up to his team “Peter” Summer smiled and hugged him and he hugged back “Hey T” He also hugged Tavia “Peter, kit is so good to see you again” Octavia smiled

“This is 2nd lt. Lilith Grayson, we’re from the same company.” “Nice to meet you.” 2nd lt. Lilith Grayson greeted them with a slight bow. “I’m in 3rd level elemental weapons. How about you guys?” “Wind mage, rank 2.” Dorin said with a grin, then looked at Johan who was fuddling inside the survival kit and already had a chunk of bread in his mouth. “Oh, that’s right, we haven’t had breakfast yet!” thought Dorin. “Fire mage.” Johan answered after gulping his bread. “Is this all the food we get?”

These eight were the archangels. Archangel Michael, commander of the Legion Michael, angel of War and Power Archangel Raphael, commander of the Legion Raphael, angel of Vitality and Healing Archangel Gabriel, commander of the Legion Gabriel, angel of Messages and Guidance Archangel Uriel, commander of the Legion Uriel, angel of Wisdom and Fire Archangel Raguel, commander of the Legion Raguel, angel of Justice Archangel Sarakiel, commander of the Legion Sarakiel, angel of Peace Archangel Lucifer, commander of the Legion Lucifer and the bright morning star, angel of music and radiance

The armor that these Knights wore gave out a distinct luster while their silken scarves and capes looked brand new, but stranger still they all seemed to be laughing and cheering, it was the Dwyle clan again, celebrating the fact that there was still some war left to fight in. “Damned bastards” Lurti scowls as he spits on their direction. I could see the Legionnaire Cohorts the 23rd, the 35th and the 29th also getting into formation while the Spearman Cohort 19th and the 78th also move in for the march. In the back were the Musket Gunner Cohort the 60th all, hurriedly strapping their muskets to their backs. I get in formation with the rest as Trosdig starts banging his shield with his sword,

********** Storm followed Tasha through the busy city streets, the bright lights and blaring sounds overwhelming her sensitive werewolf senses. “This place is amazing,” Storm whispered, and Tasha smiled. “It is, isn't it? This is my pack. The Crescent pack,” Storm has never heard of the pack before though. All she knew was her own pack. She had never even attempted to leave. Her pack was a very small one, they had everything they needed in the pack, and even low omegas like her never had the privilege to step outside the gate. Storm stared at the buzzling cities, the big houses, hoping her mouth wasn’t hanging open.

Armor from different eras. Different kingdoms. Different centuries. Some carried swords reduced to fragments. Others wielded spears blackened with age. A few still bore banners. Torn banners from nations long erased from history. And at the front marched giants. Not monsters. Humans. Or what had once been human. Warriors nearly ten feet tall. Their bones glowed faintly beneath cracked skin. Blue fire burned within empty eye sockets. Every step they took shook the ground. The Grave Legions. The name suddenly felt inadequate.

Legions. Not soldiers of men. But of the Veil. Creatures shaped from memory and madness. They walked quietly. They were tall giants with black skin and bright symbols on their bodies. There were also smaller creatures. These creatures had no faces, only one blue flame for an eye. Smoke-wolves. Flame-born vultures. Things that had no names in any of the old tomes. Marching straight toward Silver More. “By the stars,” Aelin whispered. “There’s… there’s thousands.”

In his name, vast armies were transported across the galaxy on gigantic ships capable of interstellar navigation. All other races, nations, and kingdoms that Ragnar heard of were enemies of the emperor and of mankind. And he will do everything to destroy his father's authority and destroy his kingdom. Violent wars were fought across the galaxy between the Emperor's legions and enemy legions, many involving wolves. He saw Russ coming to Fenris and the father looking for his lost son. Hesav Russ assembles a warrior honor guard and calls them the Space Wolf. He also knew that each father had many powerful sons called Primarchs. He learned that these transcripts sharing a key gene were collectiv

The first to be affected would likely be the Iron Thorn Legion and the Capital Outer Defense Legion. Tension filled the air. Lance's cedar pheromones tensed slightly. As the Ironthorn Legion's commander, he understood its significance all too well. The Ironthorn's commander was himself, with Adelaide as deputy. The Capital Outer Defense Legion, meanwhile, was led by Gamma Valens. The Valens family had served with unwavering loyalty for generations. Moreover, Gamma Valens, advanced in age, was beyond any possibility of treason. Yet once Lycan Erasmus harbored suspicions, life for these wolf generals would become increasingly precarious.