A war horn sounded.
Long. Low. Ominous.
The first horn of many.
"Positions!" Garrett's voice echoed across the wall.
"They're coming!"
The mist parted.
And there they were.
Four hundred Cult warriors in dark armor.
Red banners snapping in the wind.
Eyes glowing with corrupted magic that made my skin crawl.
At their head rode a woman on a black horse.
Seraphine.
Even from this distance, I could feel her power. It pressed against my chest like a physical weight. Ancient. Terrible. Wrong.
"Moon Goddess," someone breathed behind me.
"Hold the line," I called out. My voice carried—amplified by the Moonbane runes I'd placed along the walls yesterday.
"We've trained for this. We're ready."
I hoped that was true.
Seraphine's army stopped three hundred yards out, just beyond arr
