Silervius the Prime stood with his mere 100 men at the highest point of the Black Forest, all eyes skyward, watching, waiting. Glilinell the Consul, Silervius’ lifelong friend, wrapped his cloak tighter about him and sighed.
“I... I do have faith, Silervius, but are you sure about this? What we’re doing here tonight; it’s unheard of.” Silervius turned his head ever so slightly, his eyes never lea...