Gorvahn's Frogmen came through the western corridor at dawn.
Three thousand amphibious soldiers in phalanx formation — shield walls of lacquered wood and compressed leather, spears leveled, advancing in a disciplined lockstep that impressed Harsk despite himself. The Frogmen wore bone-and-leather armor that covered their torsos and thighs, leaving limbs free for the fluid movement that made them dangerous in the kind of close-quarters fighting that corridors produced. Their skin — mottled green and brown, permanently damp — glistened in the early light.
Gorvahn had deployed them well. Three columns, spaced forty meters apart, advancing through the corridor's widest approach to deny the defenders a single concentrated target. The flanking columns filtered into the stake fields and trench lines that Harsk had prepared, absorbing casualties with the mechanical indifference of an army trained to take losses and keep pushing.
