Ashes Of War [v1.0] -

Silas looked back at the small, shivering cluster of campfires tucked into the ruins of a collapsed watchtower. A handful of hollow-eyed refugees and three wounded soldiers were all that remained of a proud garrison.

"Enough to carry the memory," Silas replied, his voice barely louder than the whistling wind. "And that is all we have left." Ashes of War [v1.0]

"We move at moonrise," Silas said, standing up and letting the shield fall back into the mud with a dull thud. "Gather the others. Tell them to wrap their boots in wool. The silent-striders are hunting the perimeter again." Silas looked back at the small, shivering cluster

Silas knelt in the black mud, his fingers tracing the rusted edge of an old infantry shield half-buried in the frost. He wiped away a layer of grime to reveal the faded crest of the 4th Legion—a roaring lion, now blind and scarred by pits of corrosion. "And that is all we have left

"They aren't coming back for it, Silas," a voice rasped through the fog.