This thought made Solomon shudder. Throughout his life, he had fought many battles, but none had been as bizarre as the one at hand.
It was as if they were grappling with an invisible opponent. His most valiant warriors, whom no enemy could defeat, were now dying by unseen swords.
A significant reduction in numbers occurred on the seventh day after setting out.
That day, a full hundred Wing Clan Warriors died, many of whom were Solomon's confidants, whose names he could call out.
Including the coachman who had gone with him to rescue Lannita, he too looked haggard, with a swollen throat and breathing difficulties. Accompanying wizards bled him, but it was to no avail.
He eventually died in agony, while the interpreter who had gone with them had fallen ill two days earlier.
But Solomon still did not let the army stop moving forward. Despite his reluctance to admit it, Solomon had begun to realize that the strange events befalling them were likely related to the Double Rest Sect.
