"Is it over?" I muttered to myself as I gazed out at the silent battlefield or at least a much more silent battlefield. The sounds of fighting had faded as had the sounds of steel on steel. The sound of screaming had lessened, but it was still there, alongside groans and moans of pain from the injured and dying.
We'd won after long hours of fighting, we'd defeated the twin horn. In the end, the twin horn's reliance on low-level arcanists had been their downfall as they just hadn't been able to match up against the arcanists of Orton and the steel heart, which was saying something. Their quality had been even worse than I'd thought. Their tactic of overwhelming numbers hadn't worked when the numbers had evened.
