"Is that a war horn?" Seraphina asked.
Belialthorn shifted from his place. Isn't that a little too much for something like this? Or did the dead mean a lot more to the yellow people that they thought?
"What are they going to do now?" Thal demanded.
Belialthorn didn't reply him. His eyes was on the gate. The barrier was still firmly in place but the illusion was long gone. The gate shuddered opened again and yellow people soldiers thundered out.
They wore net armour and they carried sword. In front of them was the two captains. They carried their spears and still, their sword stayed clenched to their hands.
"How much?" Belialthorn called.
"With the Captains, we are facing 68!" Kieran called back to him.
