Far beyond the sight of mortal men, past the thunder-lashed seas and into the obsidian cliffs of the Ashen Coast, the Arakenys stirred.
The land there was not like any human shore. No gulls cried, no grasses bent in the wind. The rocks themselves seemed to rot, jagged and porous, rising like the spines of some colossal sea beast long since petrified. The sky hung low and pale, streaked with veins of stormlight that gave the horizon a sickly silver glow. The air was metallic, cold and sharp to the tongue, as though one were breathing blades.
Here, in this place where no human kingdom had ever dared to anchor, the Arakenys had built their war-fleet.
The Arakenys Host
The Arakenys were not men.
