Chapter 35: Assault on Kalang'rea

Crast stood on the iron balcony of Kalang'rea, observing the plains below. He could see his green-skinned servants preparing for battle. Siege weapons were built, mounts were readied, and weapons were sharpened. Crast knew very well how effective all of those tools could be when used correctly, and the Urts, while stupid, were more than capable of maximizing their potential.

He ran his fingers over the scar on his face. It would, he thought, be so much easier for him to win this war if his power was at its fullest. Unfortunately, the implement he once carried was long gone, lost somewhere in the depths of Geyron. Some power still remained within him, but it wasn't enough. The effort of crafting the massive stone wolf to track Evartan's companions had been exhausting. And it only managed to kill one of them. Pitiful.