Heavy silver boots stomped against the rocky northern ridge in a synchronized rhythm designed to induce terror.
Kael watched the Valorian vanguard through the narrow slit of his stone watchtower. The enemy soldiers stood just feet away from the shimmering blue energy barrier that separated Ironhold from the tutorial wasteland. Trent had ordered his men to march along the border and beat the shafts of their spears against their glowing breastplates. The metallic crashing echoed through the valley and served as a promise of the impending s*******r.
The protective barrier would fall at noon tomorrow.
Kael stepped back from the viewing slit and walked down the spiraling stone stairs to his primary armory. The room was cold and smelled of damp earth and rust. His mortal champion waited near
