The nights of winter were long and cold but no night had ever felt as long as the night when Hanrahan Town fell to demons. The attack had begun shortly after sunset, and after the slow, inexorable march of the demon army, the battle itself had lasted less than an hour.
For the people of Hanrahan, especially for those who had already gathered at Hanrahan Keep, the speed of it all hit them even harder than the fall itself. Their strong town walls, unbreached in a hundred years, had delayed the demon giants and the wolf demons for a handful of minutes. The mighty gatehouse with its double gates and reinforced portcullis had fallen to a pair of witches even faster, and not even an Inquisitor had been able to stop them from doing it.
