A bright light assaulted Azrael's vision. In an instant all of his injuries were healed, and his exhaustion vanished, as did the pain that had been resonating through his whole body.
[Winners: Ashen Vow!]
A second after hearing the announcement, he was transported back to the ruined knighthood, the base of the Ashen Vow.
'I managed to win,' he thought, a subtle smile spreading across his lips.
It was indeed an invaluable experience, being under the assault of so many Champions, racing against time, and having to outplay them in order to win.
Taking a few steps towards the circular table that showed the Ashen Vow's current lands, he felt a sense of great satisfaction seeing the new patch of land under their name.
With this the Crimson Accord had lost 1% of their territory control while the Ashen Vow had gained it.
He wasn't the only one staring at the table; many members of the Ashen Vow had swarmed, surrounding it, staring in stunned silence.
"We won a battle?"
