Leader's Decision
"So what should we do now?" Eon asked as he couldn't wait anymore. Lane looked at the impatient Eon and said nothing, as she continued to think. Looking at her reaction made Eon mad.
The battlefield had fallen into an uneasy silence.
A cold wind swept across the plains, carrying with it the smell of blood, burnt bone, and corrupt mana. In the distance, countless undead continued their relentless march. They weren't rushing forward. They didn't need to.
They knew their prey was exhausted.
The surviving fighters stood scattered around Lane. Some leaned against damaged shields. Others sat on rocks while trying to catch their breath. Their armor was dented. Their weapons were stained black from endless fighting.
Forty.
Only forty remained.
The number felt like a cruel joke.
Eon's jaw tightened.
"We're just standing here?"
No response.
Lane's gaze remained fixed on the distant horizon.
She was calculating.
Estimating.
