His gaze reflected not a trace of hatred, arrogance, or pride.
It was completely indifferent, as if life and death carried no weight before his eyes.
Erwig raised his hand and, with a gentle gesture, wiped away the drop of blood that had escaped from the corner of his mouth. The metallic taste still lingered on his tongue.
—It was… a bit difficult —he murmured, bewildered.
After a few seconds, his gaze descended to the corpse beneath his feet. The body belonged to the commander; however, it was completely mutilated, pierced through and twisted into an unnatural posture, with the broken spear lying to the side. Black blood seeped into the ground like hot tar, faintly steaming upon contact with the soil.
Erwig looked away and surveyed the battlefield.
The humans were advancing.
