The night sky burned crimson. Not with the natural glow of stars or the familiar ember of campfires, but with an ominous light that stretched across the heavens like a wound in reality itself. Ren stood on the ramparts of Ironhold, his hands resting on the cold iron railing, as the glow washed over the fortress.
He knew that glow.
It was not sunrise, not even fire.
It was magic.
“System,” Ren muttered, his voice low but steady. “Report.”
A thin, blue window flared into view.
[Warning: Spatial Rift Detected] [Source: Enemy Warlock Division, Under the Command of General Varik] [Projection: Rift will open within 1 hour. Estimated troop displacement: 1,500+ soldiers]
Ren’s jaw tightened. The enemy wasn’t approaching Ironhold in the traditional way. They were bypassing the terrain, the w
