A field, open and wide, thoroughly blackened, spread in front of the army. Smoke hung in the air and followed Lucen wherever he went.
The high grasses that once covered this plain were burnt away days ago. And in their muddy deep soil, trenches were dug to force the wolves to move around them. Forming a chaotic tapestry of black
A thousand people felt so much more overwhelming than Lucen imagined. Lines of men, covered in leather armor and armed with long pikes, stretched as far as the eye could see. Strangely, he felt more comfortable in such an overwhelming crowd.
Maybe it was because all their eyes were fixed on the horizon, waiting for a wave of red to cross it.
Helie kept tying and untying her metal whip around her arm. Kon kept trying to crack jokes that no one wanted to hear. Lucen was quiet, still, looking rather calm. But he always hid his panic the higher it rose.
