SCREECH!
The cry of a griffon again.
General Curry looked to the sky, his brow furrowed with unease.
General Curry wondered if he was being overly cautious, but the number of griffons today seemed abnormally high.
Normally, a single scouting run over his camp would be enough for the humans. But they had come and gone three times now—three separate groups of griffons.
'Are the men at Thermopylae planning a night raid? Or have the human reinforcements already arrived?'
Curry couldn't figure it out. Deep down, he leaned toward the former explanation—or rather, he leaned toward the idea that he was just overthinking things and nothing was happening at all.
After all, no matter how he looked at it, it made no sense. At least, General Curry couldn't fathom how Robson could possibly arrive on the battlefield at the same time as him.
