PLAIN OF ASHES.
One Month Later.
What was left of Asterd's warriors couldn't retaliate or run for their lives, because they were surrounded, they have been ambushed by the Great Impaler and his Third Battalion. The Great Impaler ended everything with just one strategic ambush. So now, many of Astred's men lay dead on the ground, some brutally injured, and the ones that were still in one piece, were chained up by the Third Battalion warriors as prisoners of war.
More than a dozen of Third Battalion warriors stormed into the fortification with their lord and his right hand. The warriors surrounded the place, including lord Asterd who has being patiently waiting to meet his doom.
"Am I going to die by your sword, or by your war beast?" Asterd asked. Considering the way that Armstrong was hovering around his master, one couldn't tell the next possible thing.
"Which one do you see fit?" Zander asked.
"A dead god has no choice, Lord Impaler" Asterd replied.
