Enkrid reacted. Dunbakel and Rem moved.
Arrows tore through the pitch-black sky.
A few torch stands were knocked over.
In Enkrid’s mind, everything unfolded like a picture.
In a moment of crisis, his instincts gleamed cold as ever. A blade of intuition sliced through the darkness.
“Half will survive.”
Some of the hostages tied to the poles were moments away from death.
