Death was an instantaneous event. It did not wait for time. It came to a person when they least expected it, and it did not discriminate against anyone.
The bloody battlefield stopped for a moment as Orga's head rolled across the ground, crashing to a halt at Edyth's feet. Edyth looked down at the head at her feet.
Orga's eyes were wide with shock and fear. It was the last expression he left when he left this world. His death was not a glorious one. He had been a fool who had lost his head while cowardly attacking his enemy from behind.
The vampires continued to attack the enemy soldiers at a rapid pace, not allowing them to recover from their surprise. They were fewer, but their attacking power was boosted by the morale they had gained.
The blood mist used by the vampires and the mana of the elves continued to clash with each other. Severed limbs and dying bodies fell to the ground. But Edyht's eyes were still on Orga's head.
