Chapter 44 — Siege of the Iron Spire
The Iron Spire rose like a blackened fang against the blood-red sky.
Vorath's secondary stronghold was a fortress of jagged iron and obsidian, perched on a volcanic ridge overlooking a valley of flowing lava. Massive siege engines lined its walls, and golden Church banners fluttered alongside Vorath's own sigils. It was a bastion meant to slow any advance toward the main Vaelthorn Court.
Cairis and Liora had no intention of being slowed.
Their army stretched across the ash-choked plains — thousands of demonic warriors, hellhounds, shadow beasts, and the growing number of lesser lords who had pledged loyalty after their recent victories. The soul bond between Cairis and Liora pulsed stronger than ever, a constant, possessive thrum that sharpened their senses and fed power between them.
