Dominic blinked and looked around the battlefield, a fog slowly lifting from his mind.
There were no more Dagos soldiers, and the portal had closed, leaving him nothing to fight.
He was covered in blood, the fingers of one hand were burning from the heat given off by his mana revolver, and the fingers of the other were raw from throwing rough surfaced mortars.
The number of bodies said that it must have been a glorious battle, but his only memories of it were vague.
His claws were out, and he could feel his fangs extended. Not a good sign, but nobody was standing near him, so he could hope that nobody noticed he went a little feral during the battle.
That was the exact opposite of the truth. Everyone had noticed that he went a bit feral during the battle. He had even killed the soldiers who tried to surrender if they couldn't get to another Cygnia unit fast enough.
"Feeling better?" Alexis asked, as Dominic straightened his clothes and tried to retract his fangs.
