They came at dawn.

Azrael felt them before he saw them—twin waves of pressure converging on his Dominion from opposite directions. Divine radiance bleeding through the eastern sky. Infernal heat warping the western air.

"Everyone up!" His voice cracked through the compound like thunder. "Battle positions, now!"

The Forsaken scrambled from their makeshift barracks, snatching weapons and armor. Most had been asleep when the alarm sounded. Some were still half-dressed as they ran for ...