The Great Northern Horn sounded from the highest tower of Blackwood Keep at the fourth hour before dawn, its deep, brassy bellow rolling across thirty leagues of frost-rimed spruce and snow-mantled ridges. Within fifteen minutes, the vast plateau surrounding the ancient fortress transformed into a sea of torchlight and interlocking iron. Fifty-five thousand northern warriors—representing the united might of the Blackwood Vanguard, the Skadi frost-spear hunters, the Ironfang miners, and…
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