The ruins of EbonHollow were in a somber mood. Death and devastation spread for as far as the eye could see.
The forlorn army, or what was left of it lay in piles of black ash. A few stragglers had fled into the forest and Imagor led a unit to hunt them down.
Cassian and Kirgan led another unit, flying low over the devastation, seeking out their kin who were yet to be accounted for.
The death toll was yet to be listed, but Neveah's heart already weighed a few tons, because they had won the battle. But the war wasn't over yet.
Word had arrived from the White Dunes. Kaideon secured a narrow victory, with the aid of the reinforcements.
But in the midst of the chaos, Beoruh, the genesis of these troubles had slipped away, and with him, the two rune pieces that could open more cracks and let more beasts in.
When would it all be over? When would it finally end? When would they get to just... live?
