Ashes Of War [v1.0] (Quick • HACKS)

The grey snow fell not from the clouds, but from the smoldering bones of the world.

"Enough to carry the memory," Silas replied, his voice barely louder than the whistling wind. "And that is all we have left." Ashes of War [v1.0]

"We move at moonrise," Silas said, standing up and letting the shield fall back into the mud with a dull thud. "Gather the others. Tell them to wrap their boots in wool. The silent-striders are hunting the perimeter again." The grey snow fell not from the clouds,