How does it feel to be in the middle of a battle? Who knows. Not that we don't know, but we don't have the right words to describe it. It felt like the angel of death was travelling around the battlefield to greet everyone. It didn't matter whether rich or poor, noble or commoner, weak or strong. Those who the angel of death has greeted will certainly die.
And that's really what's happening at Venz right now. After ten days of siege, the war was still going on. The defence force that Isaac had poisoned turned out to be more stubborn than he thought. Apart from being persistent, they have a strong mentality and high morale.
But this was all within his range of estimates. After all, the morale of the soldier was limited. Even if today their morale were high, tomorrow they would be exhausted from continuing to fight without rest.
