Most importantly, they had fire behind their eyes — a burning, relentless determination that made them fight like men who had already accepted death and chosen to defy it anyway.
They didn't retreat. They didn't falter.
When the knights of Hermes broke through their lines, the Valthor warriors reformed almost instantly. Their mana were purer too, far purer, charging every strike and every spell with a terrifying power that the knights of Hermes simply couldn't match.
The Duke never forgot how helpless he had felt as his people began to fall.
He was stood on a low hill, commanding the flank of the Hermes forces when the carnage had unfold. One by one, his comrades were cut down. Heads were taken by massive war axes. Men were lifted on spears and displayed like trophies before being thrown aside. Blood soaked into the earth until the grass itself turned crimson.
