The cruelty of the battlefield was heart-wrenching.
Pervasive smoke, the reek of blood, the ever-present shadow of death, shattered armor, fallen mounts… no one could escape the Grim Reaper's gaze.
Perhaps in the next moment, a bloodline warrior, bravely felling foes, would be struck down by stray bolts, eventually becoming a pile of bones awaiting a necromancer's call.
Despite this, the battle raged on.
A day earlier, just as Lorelia's cave spiders were on the verge of being annihilated, Soraya and Clymene finally reached the battlefield.
"Leave the rest to me."
Soraya's expression was grave as she took the undead scepter from Lorelia's hand.
"You… you all… finally came. I'm so tired!"
The moment the undead scepter left her hand, Lorelia fainted.
Soraya reached out, catching Lorelia as she fell towards her.
Having just arrived on the battlefield, Soraya was unaware of the specific situation. She turned to Vexis, who was maintaining the summoning formation.
