The army of the shadows disappeared as it had arrived, and on the great open expanse there remained only a sepulchral silence watching over the thousands of corpses which were already beginning to decompose. Komir could make out little in the darkness by now. With his heart uneasy at the events he had witnessed, he withdrew with the rest to the camp in the highest part of the city, in front of the Royal Castle. Haradin considered that a night’s rest would do everyone good, since nobody knew what dawn would bring. Komir could not sleep. He feared for the life of his companions. He did not even want to think about the possibility of anything bad happening to them. The grotesque massacre he had witnessed on the battle field had affected him. The invincible Norghanian army and the glorious legions of the Noceans had been horribly, mercilessly annihilated. Something which would have been completely unimaginable just a day before. The warmth of the fire comforted him, and the nearby presence of Aliana on the other side of it helped to calm his spirit.
