Chapter 473: The Shade Wall Part 1
…The New Moon…Hollow Shade… The Western Wall…
The last rays of sunlight trickled down the horizon like raindrops on a window. The orange hues of the sky faded away and gave into the darker blue hues of the evening sky. Grey clouds soared above Dusk Valley, obscuring the stars. The silver light of the moon was gone, nowhere to be seen on its night of cyclical rebirth. The only light that could be seen was from the magestone lamps hanging on the wall’s battlements and the torches that covered the grasslands outside the city limits, like a swarm of fireflies.
The armies of the valley tribes had slowly encircled the entire city after the attack on the docks. Most of the armies’ forces stayed on the south-west side of the city, but even the less defended eastern wall faced several thousand warriors.
Hollow Shade’s War Master, Lord Krall Katag, stood atop the western wall, where the enemy forces seemed greatest. He was a giant of an orc, many had confused him for a dire. His rippling muscles could be seen in the cracks of his armor and his large war hammer rested on the battlement next to him. Yet for all his imposing appearance, his grim expression gave little comfort to the soldiers under his command.
Krall turned to their city’s mysterious patron, a young woman in appearance, short stature, long dark curls, and warm brown skin. Her olive eyes glanced up at him expectantly.
“You said Marek had 20,000 men under his command.”
“I did,” Holo replied.
“The latest reports count closer to 25,000 savages out there,” Krall growled.
“How many soldiers are under your command, War Master?”