2026-10-09 20:34:33The first drop of red rain struck the guild roof at noon.
By the tenth, every bell in Greywall was screaming.
Kael climbed the eastern wall with Seris, Elia, and Bram behind him. Beyond the fields, a storm rolled across the sky without wind. Its clouds were dark crimson, folded around a center of white light. Shapes moved inside the rain, falling too slowly to be stones and too deliberately to be birds.
Rook Sarlan stood on the battlement directing soldiers.
“The north gate is sealed,” he called. “No one leaves the wall.”
Kael looked toward the southern quarter. “The attack will begin there.”
Rook frowned. “The storm is north.”
“That is the distraction.”
Before Rook could question him, the southern rooftops erupted. Red rain struck the tiles and produced pale hands. The hands pulled themselves from gutters, chimneys, and water barrels, followed by bodies made from dripping ash.
“How did you know?” Rook asked.
Kael drew the ash-steel sword. “I’ve seen storms before.”
They ran through the streets. The creatures were not strong individually, but they rose wherever the rain touched. A family barricaded inside a bakery cried for help while ash hands clawed through the shutters. Kael cut a path to the door and kicked it open.
Inside, three children huddled beneath a table. Their mother held a bread knife against the window.
“Back exit,” Kael ordered. “Stay behind the wall.”
An ash creature came through the ceiling. Bram caught it with one arm and slammed it into the oven. The iron chamber glowed red. Seris fired three arrows into the remaining hands while Elia led the children outside.
“You’re using civilians as a formation,” Rook said from the doorway.
“I’m keeping them alive.”
“The guild’s priority is the eastern wardstone.”
“The wardstone is already compromised.”
Rook hesitated. Kael saw the decision forming behind his eyes, the same arithmetic that would one day doom thousands. Rook turned toward the tower.
“Then we defend both.”
They reached the wardstone as a creature dropped from the storm. It had the body of a knight and the head of a bell, with red rain pouring through the hole in its face. Every step made the walls vibrate.
Kael recognized it. A Mourning Herald. In the future, it had been classified as a B-rank monster. Here, it arrived years early.
The herald struck. Rook blocked its first blow with a shield of blue light, but the impact threw him across the street. Bram charged with a hammer and broke one of the creature’s knees. Seris cut the tendons behind the other.
Kael waited for the red line to appear.
The Ash Mark showed him nothing.
The herald had no single heart. It carried seven black knots, one for each pillar of the hidden gate.
“Seven targets!” Kael shouted.
Elia understood first. She ran to the wardstone, raised her spear, and struck the nearest knot as it crossed the creature’s shadow. The herald screamed. Rook followed, then Bram, then Seris.
Kael drove the ash-steel sword through the final knot.
The creature collapsed into red water.
When the storm cleared, the southern quarter still stood. The eastern wardstone glowed with a new crack.
Inside the crack, someone had carved a message.
ONE GATE SEALED. SIX REMAIN.
The message faded when Kael touched it, leaving a shallow groove in the stone. He recognized the script now. It was not the language of the Hollow King. It belonged to the builders of the Crown, a civilization that had vanished before the first recorded rift.
Rook ordered the soldiers to cover the carving, but Kael stopped them.
“Leave it visible.”
“Why?”
“Because someone wanted us to see it.”
Rook studied him. “You are young to be this cynical.”
“You are young to be this trusting.”
For several seconds, neither man looked away. Then Rook glanced toward the southern quarter, where people were pulling bodies from the streets.
“If another gate opens inside Greywall,” he said quietly, “the city cannot survive.”
Kael remembered the city burning around him. “It won’t open inside the walls.”
“You sound certain.”
“I know where it will open.”
The young commander’s expression hardened. “Then tell me.”
Kael looked north. “Not yet.”
Rook read it over Kael’s shoulder.
For the first time, the young commander looked afraid.
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