CHAPTER TWENTY
Fergu pushed back the opponent with his great round shield upon which was engraved the Third Dire Prophecy. The city of Darloque was set upon the shield. Flames roared from her towers and from the castle, spewing great plumes of black smoke and soot into the sky. Foreign armies attacked her at every gate, their great siege machines pummeled her walls. The Eternal City was falling, dying. Above her in the sky, a mysterious star descended, signaling the end of an age.
Fergu drove the mercenary back. The force of the hero’s battle-axe proved too fierce for him to withstand, and the mercenary fell, never to rise again. Fergu looked around. He had encountered a small group of challengers and had conquered them all. Yet, the enemy still fought mightily, therefore his work was no
