Suddenly, Northern's eyes opened, jerking his whole body forward.
'Crap! I slept!'
Who sleeps on a battle field.
Northern covered his face in the shame of his palm and stood up with shaky legs. He leaned on Mortal Blade for a few seconds and straightened his back.
The visage of the battle field was not any less cruel than it had been a few minutes… maybe hours ago before he slept.
More bodies, and stench of blood filled both the land and the air. Every nook and cranny of the forest was drenched in a wicked slaughter of both sides of the monsters.
It was sickening to take, his stomach churned and almost made him vomit but North swallowed the disgust and tried to look for the general of his enemy.
Then his eyes came to rest on an unpleasant scene.
Northern frowned, blue pupils shivering at what they saw.
