Chapter 239
Meanwhile, back on the battlefield, the chaos that had raged for hours was finally settling.
The blood-soaked plains, once swarming with Red Vanguards, now lay silent—bodies and shattered armor strewn across the broken earth.
Every monstrous beast that had descended upon them had been cut down, from lesser creatures to towering abominations. Even the dreaded Dreadknight and their ruthless leader, the Dreadlord, had fallen.
Only scattered remnants remained—small clusters of beasts still lashing out in desperation.
Yet their numbers dwindled with every passing second. Compared to the madness at the start of this war, the battlefield now felt almost… calm.
Still, Ronan's instincts screamed otherwise.
"Why does it feel like all of this was just a warm-up?" he muttered, his breath uneven, his eyes narrowing.
