The mana in the air dissipated and the meteors stopped raining from the sky. The only traces of their existence was the pandemonium of the survivors.
Corpses and injured on the battlefield, the gouged out holes, the burnt grass, the crimson floor. Carnage was a good word to describe the situation.
Ed was in the midst of the orc crowd with a tired expression. His mana was at this point near rock bottom. The loss of blood he had incurred was major. High vitality didn't mean total immunity. Now that the adrenaline that clouded his senses was gone, he felt lethargic.
'I need to go back…' Ed thought about going back to the settlement but he couldn't just let Samuel go either could he?
"KILL THEM!!!" Ed roared. His voice echoed across the battlefield instilling fear on some of the injured. It was a matter of course. In their injured state, their prospects weren't particularly bright.
