On Skitz and the captains' side, the clash was already ending. One by one, the Knights who had tried to overwhelm them fell, their blood darkening the mud.
Krivex stood over a collapsed opponent, arrow buried deep in his visor, Aren's spear had pinned another through the chest, the boar riders hacked the last of their foes down in savage rhythm.
They regrouped quickly, dragging the wounded Knights toward Lumberling. Their commander waited, spear still humming faintly with lingering essence.
The first Knight slumped against the earth, blood bubbling at his lips. His gaze was wild, laughter breaking through the agony.
"Go on… finish me… but know this, General Lafuente will come for you. I'll be waiting for you in hell!" His laugh turned into a rasping cough, but his eyes burned with hate until the very end.
Lumberling's face didn't change. He drove his spear clean through the man's chest. Essence surged, and with a flick of his hand, he directed it into Skitz.
