It was night the time upon which they waved their last to the dead.
Asag could scarcely remember the taste of a full night's sleep. Even when he managed to shutter his eyes, his ears remained trapped in the siege; he could still hear the rhythmic, bone-deep ring of axes shrieking against each other.
It wasn't as brutal as it had been in the beginning.Just thinking back on the first weeks made him wonder just how they had even managed to sleep.
For now however an uneasy and brittle peace had settled between the two forces as the previous rate of assault inevitably withered when the ditches became filled with rotting flesh. The fury of the first weeks had been replaced by a dull, grinding lethargy that Asag was more than happy to maintain, as he was in no hurry to dislodge anymore of his already hard-held lines.
