"Holy shit... This is crazy." Jake gawked at the apocalyptic sight.
A galactic vortex began to glow behind his pupils as he activated his Myrtharian Eyes and every movement, energy, aetheric and spiritual fluctuation on the battlefield was captured by his eyes.
His brain stoically received and analyzed the mass of incoming data, with Xi processing and crystallizing any details he might have missed. A few seconds later, Jake exhaled deeply, his face a model of pessimism.
'Lodunvals is lost, but there are still some survivors.'
Three kilometers to the east, atop a hill, several hundred Wengol Protectoral Guards were guarding their great head general like rabid tigers. Their level was still a notch above that of Urzul and his elite brigade, and their ferocity was matched only by the rabid hatred they had for their former brothers who had turned Undead and were currently attacking them in droves of thousands.
