As soon as we got close enough to the border, I could see the grim truth laid out before us like a nightmare I’d been forced to relive. The warriors that we had stationed on patrol were already dead, their bodies scattered along the forest line, blood soaking into the earth that we’d sworn to protect. The metallic tang of it hung heavy in the air, mixing with the feral growls of the rogues who were now charging over the border like a swarm of rabid beasts. They were moving with one ...