Ashes Of War [v1.0] ✨ 🎉

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

"Enough to carry the memory," Silas replied, his voice barely louder than the whistling wind. "And that is all we have left." Ashes of War [v1.0]

"They aren't coming back for it, Silas," a voice rasped through the fog. They called it the Ashing

The grey snow fell not from the clouds, but from the smoldering bones of the world. "And that is all we have left

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.

Silas pulled a heavy leather skin from his belt and uncorked it. Instead of water, it contained a thick, shimmering oil—rendered from the fat of the fallen beasts that now stalked the ruins. He poured a single drop onto the shield's surface.