Chapter 52: The Invasion Begins

The Urts came to a halt a hundred yards from Wethelnar's great wall.

They stood in formation, eerily quiet. The city's arches watched them closely from the top of the wall, bows drawn. The sun glimmered in the cloudless sky. A gust of wind slipped through the plain, sending whispers through the dew-slick grass. Twenty dragons with blood-red scales beat their wings behind the waiting army. Everything was still.

Then, from atop the city wall, the guard captain's voice rang out. "NOW!"

And everything exploded at once. The archers let their arrows fly, and the sky was blackened with their bolts. The Urts broke formation with a great roar, charging forward in blind bloodlust. The catapults fired, sending heavy stones barreling towards the city wall. And the dragons soared forward with an unearthly screech, mouths crackling with ember.