Chapter 35

They came from the skies.

Winged demons the colour of the night, shrouded under the cover of the ominous cloud, swept down on leathery bat-like wings, striking at the defenders looking out to sea.

Somewhere along the wall, the first soldier died. A high-pitched scream pierced the night as two of the foul creatures, each about the size of a small child, seized a helpless soldier and carried him out to the sea.

Elidor gasped. It was far worse than he could have imagined. This was no ordinary threat this was an evil drawing on a magic the likes of which he had never encountered. Demons weren't supposed to exist yet here they were, hundreds of them swarming down from the sky.

Magic

The thought played on his mind and nearly brought about his premature end as a group of clawing demons swooped down upon them. One young recruit, barely out of her teens, bundled him to the floor.

"Master Elidor watch out!"

Elidor's heart raced. One of the bat demons let out a wailing shriek as it was