A couple of minutes after the horn sounded, lines of monstrosities marched into the yard, coming from different directions.
The castle's yard was directly facing the road leading away from the kingdom. Although it was not the same direction Northern and the Night Terror had come from or fought the last battle.
Before Northern knew it, the yard became filled with dark-furred monsters, his own squad of a hundred lost amidst the throng.
Northern bit his fingers as he waited on the sideline, several other generals like him, Hellions almost as intimidating as the Nightterror, beginning to appear.
For some reason, they stood apart from him. But he didn't care right now.
'Dammit, Northern! What is wrong with you? Remember, we're supposed to be survivalists, remember!'
He intentionally bit down hard on his finger, using the pain to jolt himself back to reality.
