In Northveil, the smoke grew suffocatingly dense. Three commanders were already on the field, and thousands of cyborgs continued to press forward. The Ghost Squad remained faithful to the rooftops, picking off targets one by one. The near-silent cracks of their Gauss Rifles harmonized with the roar of tanks and the cacophony of war cries.
In Isafjord, axe and hammer continued to clash. Riven and Brakkar were locked in their duel, neither yielding. Every collision sent sparks flying, illuminating the weary faces of the soldiers on the battlements.
And to the south, in the far distance, new shadows began to stir.
Highgarden, Sunspire Palace.
