During the night the already infrequent counterattacks from the Roc’s Nest ended. On the morrow at first light, the lookouts for Gwindor’s army noted the gates of the Roc’s Nest stood open and undefended.
The observers at the front dispatched a messenger to the command center to report the findings.
“Have they retired from the field?” Gwindor asked.
Eyerthrin added, “Taekora, please investigate the fortress. I suggest we move to the front of the lines.”
Taekora rose, transformed to dragon form, flew to the fortress, returned shortly, and reported, “There is one man in the fortress. He stands, faces the east, bears two swords, wears no armor, and disdains a shield.”
“It must be some sort of trap. We don’t know the fate of the Head of the Order of Dark Sorcerers. It must be a trap,” Kirk Rowers reasoned.
“We’ll find out soon enough. He is attacking,” Eyerthrin said flatly.
A solitary figure walked through the open gates of the Roc’s Nest and shouted “For Amica.” The warrior brandished two blades and charged toward the awaiting Light Knights. About a thousand Light Knights faced the lone attacker.