Chapter 88 The Calm Before the Storm
The vibrations started deep in the bedrock and traveled up through fifty feet of solid metal. Captain Alden rested his gauntlets on the parapet and felt the runic steel hum beneath his armor. He looked out over the northern valley and tightened his grip on his broadsword. The trap in the Whispering Canyon had claimed the first wave of the cartel horde but the war was far from over. Malakor commanded a sprawling empire and possessed enough raw military power to crush a continent.
A foul stench washed over the battlements and burned the back of Alden's throat. The air turned thick with the smell of raw sulfur and rotting meat. It was the distinct odor of mythic beasts bred in dark pits and fed on human remains. The wind carried the stench directly into
