"… So, every, one… was… he… re…"
""!!!!!!!!!!""
Osmond came and took the gold rankers by surprise. The strong commander who rivaled Latvian had to be attended to by two knights to even take a single lagging step. The middle-aged man's injuries were thorough and most brutal as he alone fought the platinum ranker and was closest to the source of the attack that ravaged the army.
A certain area of the skin on his face and body was burnt and peeled off, making his inner muscles, and bones, visible. There was an injury on his left abdomen as if it was gouged. His left eye bled. His right arm was barely attached and might detach at any moment. One of his legs broke.
It was nothing less than a miracle that Osmond was still conscious and alive. And, this was rude, but the commander looked like a ghoul or zombie.
