Her arrival brought a moment of calm to the Undead who knew only to charge forward, and it made those Undead who had lost the will to fight realize there was still work to be done.
A huge number of soldiers would die today or be directly discharged, each of them having tasted the bloodiness of war.
Marcus, dragging his battered body, came before Lania; Thunder had pierced his shoulder, the very hand that wielded his sword, shattering his bones. From now on, he could only choose to retire and become an instructor, or attempt to practice swordplay with his left hand.
"This is not a place for you, Your Majesty!"
Marcus harbored a longing for the battlefield, yet he knew he could no longer advance.
"You would die for Lind," Lania spoke as if stating a fact, but when Marcus heard it, he nodded in response, "Yes!"
