The pain numbed his body — he couldn't feel his legs… or anything below his waist.
A deep, sharp ringing filled his ears as something warm spread across his body. The metallic taste of blood overwhelmed his tongue.
He tried to move — he couldn't. It had happened too fast, too sudden. He forced his head to turn, his neck bones screaming in agony as he fought against the shock.
Slowly, inch by inch, he tilted his head. In the distance… a strange roar echoed — a creature's howl mingled with the dying screams of his men. Then… silence.
He gritted his teeth, forcing his head to move despite the blood pouring out… and what he saw made him tremble in despair.
The battlefield was gone.
Only a frozen graveyard of ice spears remained — hundreds of them, piercing through the mangled corpses of his men.
Their bodies had been torn apart — organs shredded, blood splattered across the shattered earth, victims of the rain of falling spears.
