A rumble sounded in the distance. Wilder turned back to the battlefield, his skin crawling, his heart in his throat. The missing Tverrian unit had made itself known. And they were now one with the enemy. Nothing remained of the human soldiers who had left their city to protect it. In their place were mutilated monsters of darkness, foaming at the mouth to get their claws into the men who now defended Notos, the men who had once been their comrades.
