A heavy stench of death loomed over the battlefield. Thousands upon thousands of mangled corpses lay scattered all over the place, turning the white glistening snow into a shade of rouge.
It felt as if even nature wanted the battle to come to an end and tried its best to wash away the blood and gore off of the field, but failed miserably. By the time the rain managed to wash away one such bloody patch, a dozen more were created as the goliath kept trampling on its enemies.
Most of the corpses were in such a condition, that not even their mothers would have been able to identify them. It almost felt like the bowels of hell had been opened up, cursing the world of the living. And in the centre of it all was a man, bashing the head of an unconscious woman.
Everyone within Livan was terrified of the carnage their lord had just brought on the enemies. They were bound to get doomed but somehow, their lord changed the course of the battle.
