C144 KINGS BLEED

The moon above Frostfall Village was wrong.

Too low.

Too red.

As if the sky itself had descended to observe what was about to unfold.

Villagers crowded the boundaries of the stone area, murmuring prayers under their breath, clutching children to their chests. Torches flashed wildly, generating long shadows that stretched like claws across the shattered ground.

No one spoke loudly