The winds had changed. The storm that had hung over them now felt like the calm before the true fight. Asha stood with the Frostkin warriors, the newly-formed resistance, and the few allies who had begun to rally to their cause. She could feel it in her bones—the pressure of what was coming, the weight of the kingdom's fury about to descend upon them. Greywatch Spire, the heart of royal power and cruelty, was their target.
The Frostkin had gathered, their numbers far fewer than the kingdom's forces, but their resolve was stronger than ever. The elders had answered her call, and the northern clans had finally united, led by their ancestral bonds, the very essence of their survival. They were ready for war, but Asha knew the true battle would not be won by brute force alone. They needed str
