War [v1.0] - Ashes Of

The grey snow fell not from the clouds, but from the smoldering bones of the world.

Instantly, the oil sizzled. A faint, ethereal glow emanated from the rust, casting a sickly blue light across Silas’s gaunt face. This was the residual echo of the magic that had ended the war. The world was dead, but the weapons still hungered. Ashes of War [v1.0]

Silas looked back at the small, shivering cluster of campfires tucked into the ruins of a collapsed watchtower. A handful of hollow-eyed refugees and three wounded soldiers were all that remained of a proud garrison. The grey snow fell not from the clouds,

Bram spit a dark glob of phlegm into the snow. "How many left, Captain?" This was the residual echo of the magic

They called it the Ashing. It had been seven years since the Great Compact was shattered, and the skies had never truly cleared.