Virguth marched steadily across the battlefield, his warriors keeping pace behind him in a loose, confident stride. Each step brought him closer to the clash of battle, the sound of screams and steel filling the air. His cold eyes scanned the front lines, drawn inevitably to the scene of carnage unfolding where the spirit carriers waged their horrifying assault.
The carriers fought like nothing human. Virguth watched as one of them, pierced by a spear through the stomach, pulled himself closer along the shaft with grotesque strength, slashing his blade across the throat of the soldier holding it.
He shuddered at the sight, no matter how many times he witnessed it, the result was always the same.
Pure disgust.
Another stumbled forward, his chest cleaved open by a sword, blood oozing out toward his belly, yet somehow managed to swing his weapon in a wild arc, taking down two more men before collapsing mid-strike.
