The battlefield had become a massacre.
Blood hung in the air like rain; the ground was a quilt of mud and crimson.
Screams ricocheted between broken banners. Bodies of orcs, goblins, demihumans, elves, and lesser beasts littered the field — some already heads severed, some still twitching with limbless torsos.
The stench of burned flesh and iron burned the back of everyone's throat.
'This is war. Be merciless,' Alex thought, moving like a shadow with purpose.
He appeared everywhere at once — a flash of steel here, an eruption of force there. An orc lunged, tusks bared; Alex's blade sliced an arc and the orc's head flew in a slow, crimson bloom.
A pair of goblins tried to flank him; Alex planted a foot and the ground erupted, shaping jagged earth-spears that impaled them in a dozen points.
A demihuman cavalry charge bent toward him — a single stomp from Alex hurled a shockwave that shattered bones and threw riders like ragdolls.
