The battlefield is no longer rumbling with clashing steel or magical storms. For the first time in hours, the night was still, and peace had finally come after so many hours of chaotic battles.
Only the sound of moans, the crackling of fires, and the shifting of soldiers remained.
Duke Albretch was dead, and this fact hung in the air, still unbelievable to everyone.
But no one could deny it now. Everyone had seen how the transcendent had died under the mercy of the messenger.
His body had been carried away by the deathly abominations somewhere they didn't know about.
Duke Albretch's thunderous aura, which was once feared like a natural disaster, was gone now; his strength was meaningless in front of the messenger's aura.
For the soldiers of Riverdale, this was salvation. After the demon invasions, the army of Riverdale had seen the shortage of men; many had died, and many had withdrawn, leaving the rest of the soldiers demotivated and hopeless.
