Chapter 890
As time wore on, and the sky became brighter and brighter, things continued to improve for Grahtos.
And as a way to maintain balance, things kept going south for Perseus.
Chaos, panic, and desertion all started to inflict and spread throughout the army, while Perseus found himself helpless to do anything about it.
Until finally the man decided not to do anything.
Perseus found himself completely pushed into a corner with seemingly no way out.
So at the end of his ropes, he relinquished all control of the battlefield to the whims of all the individual men there, letting them whatever they wished, while he himself wanted to try and kill as many enemies as possible before he was eventually surrounded and butchered.
He would wash all his worries and fears with the blood of the enemy right in front of him.
"*Clang!* Let's die a glorious death!"
