The battle if you wanted to call it that, had hardly lasted for two minutes, but half the Abominations here were already dead, transformed into large trees.
Augustus began to weep silent tears of happiness, finally, it seemed his torture was coming to an end, and he did not care by whose hands it was delivered, even if it was to be coming from a child. His eyes followed the loudest individual on the battlefield and like everyone here, he was deeply puzzled, frightened, and doubting the very reality before their eyes.
The naked boy clapped his hands in excitement. To the child, this was seriously fun.
When he came to battle with the adults, he was warned to stick with his groups, which were fifty-five children all in the age range of three to seven years old, but he had stuck out by himself, there was no way he was letting the rest share his glory.
