The slaughter lasted for nearly an hour, and by the time it ended the battlefield had changed into something grim and unforgettable.
What had begun as a raging tide of claws, tusks, wings, and roars now lay silent before the walls of Leonora.
Thousands of Magical beasts covered the plains in broken heaps. Stone-plated wolves were scattered across the churned mud with arrows and spears buried in their bodies. Horned boars lay where they had crashed and bled out. Massive serpents stretched across the ground in twisted lengths with their scales blackened by Magic attack and pierced through by iron. Winged predators were strewn everywhere like torn shadows that had fallen from the sky.
Not one of them had reached the city walls.
