The earth trembled with fury as Celeste and Hunter stepped into the battlefield.

It was not a battlefield in the traditional sense, no neat rows of warriors, no open space. This was Hollow Mountain’s outer ring, now a shattered ruin of stone and ash. The barrier had collapsed minutes before they arrived, dust still rising in the cold mountain air. Bodies, rogues and warriors alike, lay scattered, some still breathing, others not. Cries echoed from below, and above it all, the sharp metallic ...