![]() ![]() Along the opposite rims of the vale the flames lit by both invading forces glimmered like evil eyes in the darkness. By night it was lit only from below, by the thousands of campfires and foundries that now dotted the landscape. By day the cloud canopy was a dull gray, a sheet of rolled and unfinished steel. Both sides in the upcoming battle had taken to torching the forests they found, if only to deny their opponents supplies and support. ![]() ![]() It had been overcast and cold on Argoth, despite unseasonably warmer weather elsewhere on Terisiare. Thick, inky clouds concealed the moons and stars from sight. The stream was a sluggish flow hidden by a thick film of oil, its surface broken only by the shadowy masses of nameless solids. Now these trees were gone no more than ragged stumps remained, the grass burned away, and the earth be-neath packed hard and barren. Once this had been a verdant valley, its wide plain shaped by a wide, meandering stream, its flanking hills blanketed by thick groves of oak, blanchwood, and ironroot. The two armies had gathered on opposite sides of aīlasted vale. It was the night before the end of the world. ![]()
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