The war had taken its toll, both on the land and on Asha. The days since uniting the clans had blurred into a series of strategic moves, battles, and fleeting moments of respite. But there was no time for rest. As their forces continued to grow, so did the royal army's desperation. They were determined to crush the Frostkin and anyone who dared defy them. But Asha had no choice but to press forward. The future of her people—of the resistance—depended on it.
Now, with the combined forces of the Greybloods, the Ironpaws, and the Silverclaws marching in unison, the final confrontation with the kingdom loomed closer. The path to Greywatch Spire had been cleared, but with that clarity came the undeniable truth—no matter how many battles they won, the final confrontation would demand everything
