Chapter 20: Siege of Emberwatch
They came at dawn.
Not with horns or banners.
But with silence.
The kind that drenched the air, suffocating even the wind. A silence that crawled into your bones and whispered:
> There is no hope.
Solin stood atop the outer wall of Emberwatch, his young form glowing with ancient flame. Kaela beside him, blade drawn, cloak fluttering. Her jaw was tight, knuckles white on the hilt.
Below them—across the ridge—marched the Hollowed Host.
Thousands of creatures stitched together from dragon corpses, god bones, war beasts, and burned mortals. At their center rose a towering construct—part wyrm, part war machine—with a twisted skeletal face carved in gold.
The sky churned above them, grey and heavy.
Emberwatch... was about to fall.
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