"There really is no end to them." Ezra heard Aamon say as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. "We might as well have fought the horde from Fleur De Lys, and we still don't know where they're coming from."
"Should we call for back-up, Captain?"
"We are the backup, you dwindling donkey!" Aamon snapped. "Stop whining. You lot wanted to fight, right? Now you're fighting."
Ezra rolled his eyes as he continued to fight, his blade already moving before his thoughts could catch up. He didn't have time to care about Aamon's shouting or the other knights.
Another Dark One rushed him. Ezra stepped forward and cut it down without slowing.
But something was bothering him.
Not the numbers.
Something else.
'Something's very wrong about all of this and it's not the never ending Dark Ones…'
The feeling wouldn't go away.
He moved again, slicing through another Dark One, but his eyes flicked toward the forest. Past the trees. Into the dark.
Nothing.
And yet—
'We're being watched.'
