The Kyemvar Pass

An ephemeral heaviness hung in the air. It was a cloudy day, a rarity in summer, but still warm and damp. They were in retreat. After holding the hordes of rift-spawn at bay for nearly six months, the enemy had managed to turn their flank at precisely the wrong time. The sense of defeat was everywhere. Soldiers looked at the ground as they marched. The severely wounded moaned softly on wagons. Walking wounded gritted their teeth with every step. The Kyemvar Pass was their destination now. If the rift lords could not be held there, they would not be held.