The cold mountain air of Kovura Pass smelled of blood, burning pine, and iron. A fierce blizzard swept across the battlefield as the northern defense line began to fall.
Grand Zorath Zaka Asakana stood on a pile of broken shields, his twin battle axes chipped from fighting. Dark blood covered his heavy armor.
Beside him, Kaka swung his axes with tired, uneven breaths. His shoulders were bruised, and his northern armor had cracked in three places.
Squad 25 formed a tight circle around the damaged stone gatehouse. They fought back-to-back, trying to hold off the endless waves of frost-armored Soulless.
"Enemies coming from the eastern ridge!" Kiuga shouted, struggling to see through the thick, freezing mist.
Suddenly, glowing bolts flew through the blizzard and struck the weak points in the armor of five charging Soulless.
A group of northern warriors rushed through the smoke, led by Banga.
