Banners covered the field.
Golden Axe recognized them even though the people beneath them had never gathered in one place before.
Fey occupied the left wing. Sigmund the satyr stood among redcaps, hybsils, dryads, and pale creatures Matthew had only glimpsed through the fog of Fey Nights. Fairies formed clouds of colored light above them. Fey hounds appeared and vanished through the ranks. At the center of the wing, an elder dryad rested one hand against the trunk of an enormous walking tree.
Orcs held the center beneath hide standards. Hunters from the Highlands stood beside arena warriors, beast masters, and work crews wearing armor over heavy leather. The Orc Chief towered above the front rank with his two-handed axe resting across one shoulder.
