Even though the Drakkorn had been brought down, the battlefield was far from calm. On the contrary, the fighting was growing more intense.
Katia had withdrawn to receive treatment, leaving Rénald in charge of leading the troops.
The demons, deprived of their powerful commander, fought with blind ferocity, but their morale had been severely shaken by the loss. The Awakened, on the other hand, seized this advantage to overwhelm them with relentless attacks.
Rage boiled within their ranks. The sight of their fallen comrades, powerless to save them, fueled a dark, implacable fury that they unleashed upon their enemies.
At the heart of the fray, Rénald fought with an intensity he had never shown before. Even his [accelerated regeneration] struggled to keep pace with the injuries he sustained. His body was covered in his own blood, his armor reduced to tatters, and a deep gash, left by a claw, marked his face.
