The morning sun shone brighter than ever over the walls, which now housed elves, werewolves, demons, and a few humans.
The heat was intense—not only from the sun's radiation but also from the unending rumble that filled the land.
Preparations were underway for the defense of their clan against a god and his dark army, and no one was left out of the efforts.
Allen stood a short distance from the wall with Natasha and Elara behind him, quietly observing the progress of the war defenses.
Kelion led a group of earth-manipulating elves stationed close to the walls. They mimicked his movements almost like a dance, the ground beneath them vibrating steadily.
They were clearly turning the soil nearest to the wall into quicksand—designed to collapse at the slightest touch.
