Chapter 68: The Long Night (1)

Chapter 68: The Long Night (1)

As was standard military practice, even on Mannemid, the mages were exempt from guard duty. But that night, Xerxes figured he might as well have volunteered to stand guard. He couldnt sleep.

For the two hours or so, he lay in his tent feeling hot and uncomfortable. Despite the threat of rain, about half the company wasnt even using tents, and now he wished hed done the same. All the while, he wondered when the Abhorrent would attack. Not if they would attack. When. That was how these situations always played out, wasnt it?

At one point, he fell asleep only to jerk out of slumber when he heard shouting. Grabbing his longsword, he lurched out of his tent expecting to see fire and blood. But after looking around wildly, he realized things were too calm for an attack. He peered into the sky, expecting to see streaks of light through the patchy clouds. He saw none.

Apparently, a tent among the Unsighted officers had collapsed.

He wasnt the only one who had jumped out ready for a fight. Half the mages were either out of their tents, or sticking their heads out of the flaps. Numerous officers and dozens of soldiers were standing with shields in hands and weapons at the ready.

After confirming there was no situation, Xerxes crawled back into his tent and closed his eyes. Every noise in the camp made him more alert. After another hour or two, he gave up trying to sleep and walked in the direction of the watchtower.

There was a Unit One soldier at the bottom of the tower, a burly fellow with curly hair. He nodded in greeting and said, First Lieutenant.

Private Mazlauwa, Xerxes said in response. Mind if I go up and have a look around?

Go right on ahead. Trouble sleeping?

Yeah. He put his hand on the makeshift ladder and started climbing.

There were two soldiers in the watchtower, both from Unit Fourteen.

Evening, First Lieutenant, one of them said as he crawled onto the platform. Or rather, gmorning.

Its past midnight already? he said. Figures. Couldnt sleep.

The other soldier chuckled. Youre not the only one.

Xerxes scanned the camp, and could see what the soldier meant. There was a lot more movement than was to be expected from a midnight camp. More people about. Groups huddled around campfires when they would normally be sleeping.

He was already jumping out into the open, sword in hand.

Soldiers and mages alike were tumbling from tents. Where were the Abhorrent?

He didnt see any.

Enemy to the north! came a shout from the watchtower.

Units One, Two, Three, and Seven to the north mound, Gandash yelled. He continued shouting more orders. Xerxes, being the First Lieutenant of Unit One, was already running to the north.

A few Unsighted troops were there when he arrived. He climbed the dirt and looked past the wooden stakes.

Fuck, a soldier next to him muttered.

What looked to be a few hundred pale, spider-like Abhorrent scuttled across the landscape in their direction. He identified only four or five large ones with maroon faces.

Ive fought this kind before, Xerxes said. They die easily.

Javelins ready, shouted Sergeant Rostam of Unit Seven.

Shields up and spears forward, Sergeant Stratos yelled.

Xerxes wished he could do more. But the spells he knew related to short-range melee combat only. It wasnt until the Mystic Level that Asgagu mages could cast augmentations that didnt require a physical connection. For instance, arrows or javelins. Neither Seers nor High Seers were much help when it came to ranged combat.

Regardless, given his experience fighting this spider-like Abhorrent, he wasnt very worried about them. What did worry him was that these were mere spawns. Would they be accompanied by juveniles? Given how fast the juveniles were, if they joined the fight, they could be on the troops before anyone had any idea what was happening.

Javelins and arrows speared the first of the wave of spidery foes. After that, the sharpened wooden stakes did their job, further impeding the monsters advance.

The entire time, Xerxes waited with his sword on his shoulder and his component pouch ready.

A bell pierced the night, followed by a shout from the watchtower. Abhorrent to the west!