82 enemy and 15 friendly corpses littered the blood soaked snow of the winter highlands section. The thick stench of death, flesh and metal assailed the noses of the survivors. Many of which were injured, some very badly. A brutal result but in the end a victory and that's all that mattered at this stage, surviving the ordeal to fight another day.
"Alright, everyone that can still move safely make your way to the medical centre, those who can't, stay where you are, and the transfer team will come get you. Finally those in critical condition don't give up, the healers will arrive soon with plenty potions to see you through, you just need to fight until then." Frost loudly proclaimed while covered in the blood and guts of those he just smited.
His booming voice and natural charisma drew the attention of everyone present. His powerful visage filled his monsters with strength and lessened their pain.
