The Molted Range had been quiet for the last year, with hardly any activity disturbing its stony silence. Yet today, it began to tremble as a rhythmic march affected its ancient slopes. The source of this disturbance was not the familiar clack of Leviathan pincers scuttling over the rock but the thunderous impact of countless human boots.
Hundreds of thousands of humans were marching through the narrow passes, each footfall echoing like distant drumbeats. It was as though the entire mountain range bore witness to a new era—no longer silent, no longer waiting, but now a pathway for the greatest mobilization of human forces the world had ever seen.
