Dreadfang Mountain
Ten figures crouched low beneath the cover of jagged rocks, their black, tattered cloaks blending seamlessly with the shadows of the Dreadfang Mountain. They're the Emperor's Shadow Knights, assassins feared across the continent, ghosts in the dark whose names were never spoken. But now, they were a mess of blood, sweat, and exhaustion.
Their chests heaved as they tried to stay silent, watching from afar as the Grand Duke of Borgia's group rode steadily along the mountain pass. The steady clinking of the Borgia knights' armor echoed faintly through the cold evening air, a haunting sound to those who had been fighting endlessly for survival.
The Shadow Knights had been trapped in this frozen nightmare for six relentless days, battling wave after wave of monstrous creatures that poured from the cursed mountain.
