Call them forth with blood and flesh, and bind them to your will.”
~ The Summoning Edict
Bile rose in Enwha’s throat as the destroyers’ gangplanks thudded onto the soft sand. The earthen barriers in the water had hindered the ships, but not for long. Now Moorfainian soldiers streamed onto the beach, their booted feet rising and falling in unison.
Behind her, Enwha heard the subtle shifting of warriors and archers readying for a volley. She stole a look into the trees. Even she, who knew where the members of her unit were hidden, could barely pick them out amid the dappled green shadows. Only the glint of a polished stone arrowhead here or there betrayed their positions.
Enwha looked at the shore again. There had to be at least fifty soldiers marching from each of the beached destroyers
