Omen Of Blood
The dawn broke over the settlement, cold and unforgiving. I stood on the roof of the council building, my eyes scanning the horizon. The sky was heavy with clouds, the air thick with the promise of rain. Somewhere out there, Tiberius was gathering his forces. Somewhere out there, the next battle was taking shape. But I wasn't going to wait for him. I was going to find him. "Aldric." A voice came from behind me. I turned. It was a young man named Marcus. He'd joined us a few months ago, a refugee from one of the Outland settlements. "The scouts are back. They've found Tiberius's location." "Where?" "The old industrial complex. In the western sector." "Then we go." "Alone?" "No." I looked at him, my eyes cold. "We go together. Everyone who's willing to fight." --- The meeting was
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