Chapter 892
The news of Perseus's 'death' spread like wildfire among the ranks, his empty horse standing like a flaming beacon of testament to that claim.
And seeing that, the melting pot that was already the streets of Kalimat started to finally boil, as panic and desertion set in with its full effect.
The men threw away their weapons and armor to try and find a way to run as fast as they could, which they of course failed to do spectacularly.
The narrow terrain constricted their movement like an anaconda straggling its prey and many died due to the actions of their own men, as they pushed others into harm's way to save their own.
While their lack of weapons made them like defenseless sheep in front of Grahtos's men, who found the lines had devolved into a squishy hodgepodge that any army could only dream of encountering.
