Chapter 1068: Eastwall

⟬ Outside the outer walls of City-State Whitehearth, eastern staging area, dawnbreak. ⟭ 

Despite Domhnall's¹ dulled senses, he felt the oncoming morning to be surprisingly warm.

It wasn't a good sign. 

It was potentially a very minor harbinger of ash and fire. 

Domhnall was not a superstitious man. 

And that was despite being born and raised in Port City Vralkek, a city of sailors and the collective superstitions of a hundred seaborne cultures. 

So, it was a droll coincidence that, a mere three bells prior... 

--his left hand stopped working. 

It was an expensive, artificial hand, designed and produced in Whitehearth. 

...He couldn't get it repaired, though; the entire city had been evacuated. 

The artifice was special-ordered from the Arcanite Princess, so it had a unique, Elven aesthetic.