chapter five
Sorrow Sword
Mounting their horses once more, Drake and company moved with great speed, pulling sharply on their reins. He had ridden this route in great haste many times before, but never so swift. He and his men made it beyond the foothills in record time.
The keep loomed ahead, high up in the mountains, its towers silhouetted against layers of fog. Smoke could be seen billowing from multiple locations.
Hours later, as they galloped at full-speed, dawn broke, but the fog remained. The moon lingered too, as though it had forgotten itself.
It became apparent that something else was wrong as they drew closer and closer. The usual sentries appeared absent from the walls, and an unsettling quiet hung over the fortress. They approached cautiously. A sickening dread coiled w
