I thought Luca and I were going to die. That was the thought racing through my head as the hundreds and hundreds of angry Magesong soldiers ran for us.
The death of their great general seemed to have caused them to snap, and like berserkers, they charged with no regard for the Darah army around them who had come to the defense of our great general. The result? A battlefield that was in complete chaos.
My first instinct was to point my sword toward Ardeen Spellweaver, the crazy bastard who caused said chaos, but he wasn't where I last saw him standing over his dying father after he and his Masked friend carved Great General Spellweaver up.
Other than the twitching body lying on the ground, its life ebbing as I watched, Ardeen Spellweaver was nowhere in sight. He'd just vanished into the chaos while we weren't looking. And this presented a new problem for me, Luca, and Darah. Every Magesong soldier present wanted blood and ours was the only one they could get to.
