The inside of Aegis Bastion, the first fortress Roland had taken from General Targo Grivoss, was dim and cold, lit only by a few lanterns and the hero's scattered orbs of light. Outside, the last traces of daylight had faded; it was well past sunset.
Roland suspected the demons knew the sun now rose over these lands, which was why they'd kept their vampire minions away until they were sure the time was right.
At least, that was his guess as he stood over a broad wooden table, eyes fixed on the map spread across it.
His fingers traced the inked outline of Wraith Pass, moving along the marked positions that showed the enemy's advance.
The last marker lay just under three kilometers away, close enough that the real fight would begin in no more than half an hour.
