The unearthly noise came from all sides, now. The sun was fully set and a darkness had come to smother the Keep and all the souls within. Even the Prince, on the battlements, began to feel its smothering influence.
“More of them than expected.”
“It would seem so, My Lord,” the wizard agreed, nodding. “But your Highness’ walls are strong, and we are protected by mighty magic. Not only mine, but that of my predecessors.”
“With men,” the Prince said, “At least one knows the worst to come is death or enslavement. I don’t relish the thought of being devoured.”