“Talbon!” said Lord Eotrus. “Dispel the mist. Now!”
At his liege’s command, the sorcerer uttered forgotten words of eldritch power; secret words lost to all but the chosen few. The ancient sorcery he called up crushed the unnatural mist back against the night, though the darkness lingered beyond the limits of the soldiers’ torchlight.
“For glory and honor,” shouted Lord Eotrus. “For Odin! For Lomion!”
“For Lomion,” shouted the men.