Chapter 73 The Reckoner's Advance

The sky bled crimson. From the outer towers of the Temple of Embers, scouts stood frozen as the blood moon emerged fully above the distant horizon. Its light fell over the jagged peaks like a curse, staining the snow with hues of blood and fire. A wind howled through the mountains, unnatural and cold, carrying with it the scent of sulfur and something far worse—decay.