Hampi, Vijayanagara Empire.
The battlefield was a chaotic mess from all the new corpses mounting up as time passed and blood caked the ground. The sun was high in the sky; the intense warmth of the sun fatigued the soldiers even further.
Nakul was going crazy trying to reel in the situation. The first prince had fled the battlefield, and most of the commanders were dead. Harsha and Bhairava were wreaking havoc. The demoralized army wasn't listening to orders. Most of them were fleeing, trying to save their lives.
"That damn bastard ran away. This is impossible to deal with all alone. This battle is a lost cause."
A single thought ran through his mind. It was Lakshmi, like that even Nakul abandoned the battlefield.
Meanwhile, on the other end of the battlefield. Harsha was having fun stretching his limbs and killing people. He liked to fight.
