Night fell on Yohan like a second siege.
The first wave of the corrupted host had been broken at midday, the southern perimeter holding through the disciplined application of shield walls, Roarer volleys, fire spheres, and the Rhakaddon charge that had brought down the two corrupted ogres. But broken was not the same as defeated. The corrupted creatures that had scattered from the midday assault did not flee. They circled. They gathered in the darkness beyond the torchlight's reach, their red eyes visible as scattered constellations of malice hovering above the blackened grassland, and they waited for the signal that their distant masters would provide.
