CHAPTER TWELVE
Vesuvius led the charge as his trolls smashed the battering ram again and again into the golden doors of the Tower of Ur, each collision making the ground shake. The thick iron ram was bending the door a bit more each time. They were getting closer with each and every smash. Vesuvius was so close now to his dream, to getting the Sword, lowering the Wall of Flames, taking down the only barrier left between Marda and Escalon, he could taste it. It all lay just beyond those doors. With all the humans dead, and with those last two fleeing far away, nothing stood in his way now.
Yet still the door would not give.
Vesuvius, in a fit of rage, stepped forward and swung his halberd, lopping off the heads of two of the trolls pushing the ram. The other trolls looked up at him in te
