Nash’s pov
I didn't wait for Wylie's heavy horn to blow down the main pass. I didn't care about tactical flank routes or proper shield lines. My six-year-old daughter was inside that dark granite cave, and every second she spent in Fernando's hands was a blade twisting in my heart.
I hit the cave threshold at a full, terrifying gallop, my broadsword drawn and glinting cold in the misty gloom.
BOOM!
I drove my shoulder straight into the heavy timber barrier blocking the entrance, shattering the wood into splintered kindling.
Two rogue sentries lunged at me from the dark rocks, their iron spears raised. I didn't even slow down. I swung my broadsword in a lethal, blinding arc, slicing through the first spear shaft and burying four feet of Red Moon steel straight through the rogue's leath
