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For a long moment, the Witch Hunter said nothing. Then her lips curled into something that was almost a smile. “His attention is fixed on the shrine of the Raven God in the lower crypts. He believes a great ritual will be complete by the next new moon. His warriors guard the upper halls, but the tunnels beneath—” She traced a line in the air. “There is a way. A flooded sewer passage that leads to his sanctum. No one uses it. The smell alone is a garrison.”

“Then we use it,” Kaelen said. “Twenty of us. Dwarfs, men, whatever souls are mad enough to follow. We bypass his army and shatter the ritual. Without the Rotfather’s blessing, his followers will turn on each other within a day.”

Kaelen pulled a crumpled parchment from his belt. It was stained with rust and something darker. “This came by gyrocopter last night. Karak Eight Peaks is not reclaimed—not fully—but enough dwarfs have retuned to their anvils. King Belegar promises two hundred Ironbreakers, if we can hold the line for thirty days.” return of reckoning

“Then we don’t let him march.” Kaelen turned to Elsbeth. “You have spies in the Court. Tell me—where is the Rotfather weakest?”

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Either way, the reckoning was coming home. He believes a great ritual will be complete

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“Then we are already lost.”

He stood on the shattered ramparts of the north gate, the jagged scar of a Hellcannon impact still raw beneath his boots. Below, the camp followers and refugees huddled around flickering braziers, their faces hollow. Once, these walls had bristled with the banners of a dozen knightly orders. Now, only a tattered griffon standard hung limp from the keep.

For too long, the forces of oppression have ruled with an iron fist, crushing the spirits of the innocent and silencing the voices of the brave. But the tide of history is turning, and a new era of reckoning is upon us.