The northern ridge overlooking the Great Valley of Blackwood exploded in an aurora of blinding golden luminescence and swirling glacial frost. Down in the valley basin, seven thousand besieging warriors of the Silverfang and Ironridge armies froze in their tracks, their siege engines halting, their weapons lowering as a freezing gale roared down from the mountains, carrying the thunderous cadence of four war-mammoths whose armored footfalls shook the earth. High…
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