The first siege without gods did not begin with horns.
It began with silence.
No divine warning rippled through the Moon. No prophetic dreams shook the sleepers awake. No sky-sign flared above the horizon.
Heaven did not announce this war.
It simply withdrew the last lines that pretended to hold it back.
By dawn, Blackthorne’s scouts returned with ash on their cloaks and fear in their eyes.
“Six hostile packs,” Rowan reported grimly. “Ironleaf regrouped with three shrine-loyal dominions. Thornspire joined them before their miracle collapsed. They’re marching under Heaven’s stabilization mandate.”
Kael rose slowly from his seat.
“How long?”
“Less than a day.”
The shadow stirred behind my ribs with cold certainty.
Heaven has shifted to eradication phase.
The valley below Blacktho
