Kharzan recovered abruptly, as if awakening from a deep sleep, only to find that his army's front line was in total chaos.
The methodical advance he had been observing minutes before had stopped completely, with soldiers running to reorganize formations that had been shattered by something he couldn't see clearly.
Valdris seemed to be trying to calm things down, moving between section commanders while discretely directing some of the closest leaders to form a protective semicircle around Kharzan.
It was obvious they had been trying to hide his "switched off" state from the rest of the army.
The realization was deeply disturbing. How long had he been unconscious? What had happened during that gap in his awareness? The questions multiplied in his mind.
"What happened?" Kharzan asked, his voice sounding hoarser than usual.
"My Lord," Valdris immediately approached, visible relief on his face. "Sirius launched a powerful attack against our front defenses."
