The vision of death and despair, along with the scent of flesh mixed with the soil that was further fouled by wild animals, bugs, and worms—they gripped their weapons so tightly their palms turned white. The foul smell they refused to breathe, but their exhaustion betrayed them. With laborious breathing and faltering hearts and minds, they struggled to maintain formation.
The myriad confidence from earlier, along with their exhaustion and the very scene in front of them, shattered any remaining ounce of hope within them. It was not just broken, but also trampled on and spat upon by the reality of things.
With their souls and morale utterly broken, some of them, with shaking hands and confused minds, broke off from the formation. The scholar myriad saw this and attempted to stop the myriads. However, without even an acknowledgment, nor faith and trust in him, they merely shoved him to the ground.
