The sky above the Black Ridge burned with unnatural hellfire. Green and crimson sparks showered down from the parapets as the chemical fire-pots shattered against the ancient basalt stone. The roar of battle was deafening: the thunder of ironwood rams slamming into the gates, the shriek of dying war-horses, the whistling terror of silver-tipped arrow flights, and the ferocious, guttural howls of shifting lycans tearing through flesh and bone. The…
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