Douglas looked around the chaotic battlefield with a dazed expression, his movements and thoughts more than a little sluggish.
He felt lost as the smell of blood and metal filled his nostrils and the eeriness of death wrapped around his heart and muscles, whispering 'why keep fighting? The battle is already lost.'
He was no stranger to this voice given his battle experience, but it was the first time he truly felt tempted by it.
'Is there actually any point?' He asked himself as the carnage around him became clear.
Screams of agony, the explosion of magic and the clanging of weapons and yes the convoluted voices of soldiers and monsters that sounded like a din of madness.
The northern wall that he sanctioned to be extended to a whopping 15 metres looked cute in front of the invading horde that sported creatures almost half as tall and great beasts that were able to leap up to that height without much effort.
