Mavius stood atop his horse , his eyes scanning the battlefield below as the chaos unfolded in front of him. Though his disciplined soldiers had finally dispatched the savage, naked warriors, their unsettling display lingered in his mind. He could not shake the image of men charging forward with arrows protruding from their flesh, swords cleaving through their bodies, yet still fighting with monstrous determination until their very last breath.
He hated to admit it, but he was impressed. The sight of warriors ignoring pain, fear, and even death to such an extent was something he had never witnessed before. A mix of disgust and reluctant admiration churned in his chest. What sort of magic did these savages possess to create such monstrous devotion?
