Tarquin hated to leave him like that, but Five was safe for now and he couldn’t afford to use up all his blood healing him. Not when there were other people he cared about. And the haldur were everywhere.
He’d been sure they’d lose this fight, but this wasn’t a battle so much as a massacre. Tarquin found Ainya on the plains outside the city wall, fighting with the broken remains of her battalion. The shields and watch soldiers were being slaughtered.
There were at least a thousand haldur, all but trampling each other in their lust to tear their prey apart, as inescapable as collectors coming for the dying.
Haldur loved the night. The night was theirs, and they swarmed like insects as the humans strained their eyes and cast spell after spell for light. Some of the unlucky haldur screamed and covered their eyes, but the lights also let them know which humans to kill first.