In the distance, on the hillside, the Herders began to extinguish their torches. Lieutenant Colonel Robert's heart tightened; this was a harbinger of attack.
Within the Paratu camp, commands to "put out the lights" echoed one after another.
The battlefield quickly turned pitch-dark, and nothing could be discerned.
Major General Sekler, who was observing the enemy, slammed his fist against the wall, the second assault had come much earlier than he had anticipated.
The Herd army was a mix of different factions, united in appearance but disjointed in spirit.
It's always easy to find eager and brave men when the wind is at your back, but once an attack falters, rallying the morale is no easy task.
Sekler had originally thought that the enemy would launch the second assault the following day.
However, as the militia of Jeska Squadron floated down the river on rafts from upstream, his plans were completely disrupted.