The freezing wind howling across the jagged ridges was entirely drowned out by the guttural, synchronized growling of thousands of corrupted beasts. The Abyss had turned the City of Ash and Bone into a fortress of nightmares. Standing at the vanguard of the dark army, the three Weavers raised their massive black-ice scythes in perfect unison, the violet magic pulsing from their hollow eye sockets casting a sickly glow over the ash-covered plains.
Kael did not hesitate, nor did he wait for the Weavers to make the first move. The Lycan King drew his massive silver battleaxe, the metal humming with lethal anticipation.
"Lock shields!" Valen roared to his right, his Iron Ridge warriors slamming their heavy iron barricades together to form an impenetrable wall of spiked metal.
"Flank them fr
