The horrendous wailing swept across the battlefield, causing all who heard it to stop in their tracks. Everyone, from the lowest foot soldier to the dueling great generals, all stood still and listened.
Then we felt the ground rumble beneath our feet. Not like an earthquake. More like the feeling of the earth-shaking as something heavy moved across it. You know, like when you're walking along a track and a train passes by. Of course, there were no trains in the Fayne, and that realization made my whole body tense up.
When we finally saw them, their purple banners unfurled and dancing in the wind, I felt my throat go dry.
"Shit," I mumbled.
