Ashes Of War [v1.0] -

Silas knelt in the black mud, his fingers tracing the rusted edge of an old infantry shield half-buried in the frost. He wiped away a layer of grime to reveal the faded crest of the 4th Legion—a roaring lion, now blind and scarred by pits of corrosion.

The grey snow fell not from the clouds, but from the smoldering bones of the world. Ashes of War [v1.0]

Bram spit a dark glob of phlegm into the snow. "How many left, Captain?" Silas knelt in the black mud, his fingers

They called it the Ashing. It had been seven years since the Great Compact was shattered, and the skies had never truly cleared. Bram spit a dark glob of phlegm into the snow

"Enough to carry the memory," Silas replied, his voice barely louder than the whistling wind. "And that is all we have left."