All the Sea Serpent men could feel that the tide was shifting. They had the enemy on the retreat. The smallest blunder, and they were able to snowball it into an excessive advantage. The tens of thousands of men that stood in their way no longer seemed like such a massive wall, for there was a thread of hope pulling the Sea Serpent men straight through their ranks, and that was the blood that coated General Varn's torso, and the death that they were all certain they would soon afflict him with.
"Princess! That's enough, you need do no more!" Vale said, alarmed at Penelope's sudden stagger. She'd raised her hands to deliver another wall of ice, but it seemed to have been one spell too many, as her feet almost went from beneath her.
