Weeks went by as he drifted in and out of a dream state through which he traversed a wasteland of blackened tree stumps and mountains

They had planned it to be a battle of heroes. The champions of each army fighting so that other men did not have to. But

Her hand slipped. Hujaghur was stretched out on the side of the glass dome two hundred feet above the ground; slipping was not an option.

Through the tent’s fabric, the firelight produced a weak orange glow that danced with the flames and the shapes of those without. The warriors of