Morglith died on Day 204.
The god of Stone and Decay had been fighting alone for 173 days — since Day 31, when the Accord collapsed and every other coalition member withdrew, surrendered, or died. One hundred and seventy-three days of contesting mountain passes against a northern garrison that outnumbered his remaining forces three to one, with FP reserves that declined daily, in conditions that his soldiers' bodies increasingly could not sustain.
He had known since Day 30. Every calculation he performed — and Morglith performed calculations constantly, the arithmetic of survival that was the only math that mattered — told him the same thing: the war was unwinnable, the defense was unsustainable, the end was approaching with the steady inevitability of a glacier advancing on a valley.
He stayed anyway.
