Flames burned the fallen corpses as countless knights and mages stormed the small village, flinging spells, swinging swords and cutting each other down for their beliefs.
Asura's eyes seemed empty as they gazed at a fallen soldier.
There was no warmth, sympathy, or forgiveness. Asura's silver blade cleaved the chest of an older male. Even those who called out their loved ones' names. Asura narrowed his eyes before landing the fatal strike.
'Leave none alive.'
A message from the depths of his soul, unknown whence it came.
With brutality, bloodshed and a wicked smile drawn upon his face, something about Asura changed the moment he fought against other humans.
After the monster's death, many units suffered great casualties and wanted to rest.
However, the momentum didn't allow them. Forced to charge over the wooden walls to die or kill those who might have been friends or allies on another day.
