Still, the priest's men were relentless. A zealot with bloodshot eyes lunged at a Terra warrior, sinking a dagger deep into his side, even as the Apeling crushed his arm. The zealot only laughed, his hand twisting the dagger deeper before he was finally thrown to the ground and stomped into the blood-soaked dirt.
The priest watched from the backlines, his red eyes gleaming with satisfaction as his warriors drew strength from the violence, each death seeming to fuel them further. He raised his arms, chanting a guttural incantation, and a fresh wave of red mist rolled across the battlefield. Terra warriors clutched their heads, the eerie mist igniting a flash of pain that seared through their veins. Some stumbled, momentarily blinded, and the zealots used the opportunity to lunge, daggers flashing.
