The first war horn tore through the air like a dying beast. Its sound echoed across the ruins, rolling through broken towers and hollow streets. Dust rained from the cracked ceilings above as the vibration grew stronger, closer.
From the southern ridge of Kareth'Zul, a dark tide appeared.
Orcs.
Their armor was a patchwork of bones, steel, and leather, glinting beneath the pale sun. Their eyes burned with bloodlust. Each one pounded the ground in rhythm with the drums, a thunderous heartbeat of war that shook the ancient stones beneath Stephan's feet.
"By the Death Gods…" Yennefer whispered.
Gabuzar grinned like a madman. "Told you. They're here."
Salimi exhaled a long plume of smoke, her golden earrings flashing. "Let's just hope your little pets can actually fight, Stephan."
