Chapter 75 - THE GORGE OF FIRE AND ASH.

The Hollow Pass burned with steel. Arrows hissed like rain through the narrow sky-ribbon above, striking shield and flesh alike. Sparks erupted where iron clashed against iron, a storm of war contained between towering walls of stone. Ryon moved at the front like a blade thrust into the heart of the storm, his sword an extension of his will, cutting down Northerners who poured from the cliffs as though the mountain itself had birthed them. Each strike was clean, decisive, merciless. He did not have the luxury of hesitation; hesitation meant the death of the man or woman beside him.