The smell of bound filled the air, the snow beneath their feet was now red looking as if it was never white.
Corpses lay on the ground, lions, tigers, wolves and even dragons. The clash had been a brutal one. As the armies met limbs, heads and torsos flung in the air.
Death came for everyone, it did not discriminate between right or wrong, good or evil. It just took without mercy.
Xior blocked one dragon and looked around him, it was worse than he had thought. Becca, Kayla and Alice commanded their groups with precision as they cut through the overwhelming forces of the dragons.
Not far away he saw Rheagor slaughtering the tribesmen alike, whoever dared to raise their weapons towards him were quickly ripped apart.
His eyes darted across the battlefield, the Dragon Tribe Chief sat on a high platform at the end of the Dragon army, he watched with a grin on his face as the dragons had started to overwhelm the others.
