The wolf had indeed crept through the surrounding forest to suddenly take command before dawn of the field at the southern gate. Now Oron’s lines held as the enemy hurried toward him with drumbeats and yells, steel out, and with the sound of thousands of horses hammering upon the earth.
But quickly that morning, Kemir felt his soul sink as he saw his fate take form. He cursed and battered his fists against the stone embrasures, eyes always on the field of s*******r. Oron had coaxed General Kamin’s main force into a trap and closed the trap around it, then brought his wings about to confront Kemir’s reinforcements, which hurried from the nearby forest. That forest now came alive with flames that grew into a furnace, and screams filled the morning as Oron’s companies forced those of Tarkak
