The Mattock and the Sickle

Imperial War Museums (modified from original)

The red morning sky had foretold a storm, and come the storm did, with howling winds and torrential rain that flooded the riverbanks of the Tasra and the Yuzeid, battering against the city walls of Eshurad.

And under the cover of the storm had come the siege.

Yuzefhira knelt in the bloodied waters of the marsh, gazing out across the aftermath that spanned from the ravaged city streets out to…