The sky had turned blood-red by the time Kaelin and her companions crossed into the final stretch of their journey. The wind carried the scent of ash and sulfur, and the air felt thick, as though they walked through the breath of some ancient beast exhaling its fury upon the world.
The Hollow Legion moved with grim determination. Every soldier knew the next battle would be their last. Either they would break the Seventh Seal—or they would be consumed by the gods who waited to be freed.
Kaelin rode at the front, her face pale but her eyes burning with defiance. The child within her stirred, a faint flutter of life that reminded her constantly of what they were fighting for.
Theron rode beside her, his hand never far from his sword. "This is where the gods want us."
"I know," Kaelin whis
