The twin moons cast a pale glow at the clearing inside the forest, and in that ethereal light, Ballard saw death approaching.
Dozens of arrows rained down on him and his men, and due to their not having put up any timely defenses, the consequences were gonna be catastrophic. One Magus had already died as a result, and now… many more would follow.
Ballard's heart was gripped by fear. It wasn't the fear of the arrows descending upon him. No, it was the fear of the unknown.
The elderly Magus's eyes darted around the clearing at a quick speed, trying to ascertain just how many people had been lying in ambush. He could see some shadowy figures hiding themselves behind the trees, but he couldn't tell just how many.
By the time, the rain of arrows had already descended.
