"Quick, get your people out of there." Negris instructed.
Despite his reluctance, Rogge ordered a retreat. Even though they didn't understand it, the well-trained witches of Dark City obeyed and swiftly abandoned the barricade, retreating behind Ange and the others.
In the dangerous terrain of the desert, without the protective walls of their vehicles, they became exposed to the sure fate of being crushed under the hooves of the cavalry.
Rogge, growing impatient, queried, "God of Knowledge, our people have retreated. Now what do we do?"
"Just wait," was all Negris replied.
Terek was also surprised by Rogge's retreat; he approached the barricade with caution and saw no traps. That was when he realized that the forces of Dark City truly were retreating. Yet they hadn't retreated far, just beyond a sand dune they watched him. The leading Black Warrior even gestured a 'please' at him.
Terek mumbled to himself, "When did these undead start to think smart?"
