Ewin gripped the hilt of the stick in his hand. Everyone concentrated on the direction the light was coming from. Shadows waving eastward were trying to break through the firewall. The shadows gradually transformed him into a horse and rider with tall bulky shapes behind him. Ewin knew what these shapes were. The moonlight had revealed the rider's hooded cloak. Between the Shadows and Ewin and the others was just a magical firewall. All the shapes were black in the night. The sound of a horse's hooves…. Ewin recognized that voice.

Behind the black cavalry, the horned figures appeared in double rows, as if obeying the black cavalry. The sounds of boots hitting the ground sounded like a nightmare. Ewin counted nearly twenty horned shadows running left and right through the firewall. The black cavalry stood motionless, and suddenly raised his staff and attacked the firewall. Ewin could feel the pressure exerted on the wall. He lowered his cavalry staff to the ground, vanishing westward i