Chapter 411 - Practice

The battle had started upon a flatland of green grass, brimming with vitality, now, the soil was covered in deep imprints, like behemoth had ran its claws across its surface, patches burnt by corrosion, others scorched by a vile, serpentine black flame, all hints of crimson, all broken pieces of equipments, down to the smallest of shards, all was perfectly scraped away from the battlefield, after an unknown amount of furious combat, during which neither side seemed to gain an overwhelming advantage, Ourlst had called for a retreat, and as per the agreement, this signified the end of hostilities for the rest of the day, and the upcoming night, only the aggressors had this right.