The banners of the Bloodmoon pack snapped violently in the freeze atop the main watchtower of our newly reclaimed border fortress.
Below us, the forward base was on full lockdown. Five hundred Bloodmoon enforcers were flexing across the snow-dusted courtyard—hauling heavy supply crates, securing the perimeter palisades, and setting up siege engines like a well-oiled machine.
We had completely pushed Alexander out of the northern reach, backing him into a corner and pinning him straight into the inner sanctuary of Silver Crest’s main citadel three miles up the valley.
I stood at the battlements in a tactical cloak, staring through my spyglass at the distant silhouette of Silver Crest’s fortress.
The heavy door behind me creaked open, but I didn't even bother turning around. His signatur
