Damon's POV

The air was filled with the rich aroma of iron and the energy of a brewing storm. Above, the moon hung low and crimson, casting a haunting glow across the clouds, like a wound that lingered in the sky.

"They're coming tonight," Aria had whispered...and now, as the last light disappeared from the sky, her words seemed prophetic.

The courtyard buzzed with activity. Warriors lined up, sharpening their blades, inspecting their armour, and softly whispering prayers to the Goddess. ...