Roen's gaze had locked onto the kneeling Wanderer in the distance.
His target was Cristopher, but there wasn't much he could do with Princess Fiora risking her life to stop his advance. He naturally didn't mind. After all, they both understood that it was only a matter of time before the Dragonkin Princess was defeated.
"You're just delaying the inevitable," Roen sneered. "Just die already, woman!"
Princess Fiora didn't reply, not wanting to waste her breath and strength in meaningless talk.
The Dragonkins' morale had risen greatly, so even though Roen had forcefully rallied the Artemians, the difference in momentum was still glaringly obvious at a glance.
Countless warcries, screams, and dying grunts spread on the battlefield, as the ground was soaked with blood.
The Dragonkins pushed forward, slaughtering as many as they could, while the Artemians were forced to go into a defensive position.
