The war drums began their slow beat two days later.
Kaelin stood atop the southern wall of Highridge Fortress as the assembled army began its march. Below her, thousands moved in waves—armored wolves, mages in violet cloaks, shadow scouts on foot, and supply caravans trailing with weapons and provisions. The banners of the Free Pact snapped in the wind alongside the Hollow Legion’s sigil—a phoenix crowned in flame.
Theron stood beside her, cloaked in black and crimson, a new war blade strapped across his back. It gleamed with Hollow-forged steel, inscribed with the names of the seven Seals.
Kaelin turned to him. "It begins now."
"It began the moment they threatened her," he said softly.
Kaelin’s eyes darkened. "Then we make sure it ends with them broken."
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