The night had become something else entirely, swallowed by a dreadful white fog that seemed to grow invisible teeth and bite deep into the body. And as if that were not enough, vicious things grew from the shadows and slaughtered tens before anyone could so much as scream.
In the span of a heartbeat, Colak felt total control of his army slip through his fingers. The Formation that should have held against any weight shattered instantly. The dome meant to hide their location proved useless.
But that wasn't even the main problem.
The main problem was the identity of whatever was attacking them. It was unknown. Ryugan had turned the Empire's own tactic against them.
After all, the Empire had attacked the vanguard of that little country with precisely this intention: to exploit the primal fear of the unknown. Captain Colak was not a votary of mind games. He loved to dive in with superior strength and take his victory by a forceful hand. He loved enemies that put up great fights.
