An icy shiver ran down his spine, and his pale lips twitched.
Victory could turn into a tragedy at any moment if he didn't stop the two mythical figures. Their duel had no meaning since he had defeated the opposing army. He also held the King of Heroes' life between his fingers, making further deaths a loss for him.
He gritted his teeth as he watched his demonic army. Like butchers slaughtering powerless lambs, they reaped the human soldier's lives one after another.
His eyes darted between the town and Karna's battlefield, a deep furrow creasing his brows.
Before deciding, he grunted as he unstrapped his riddled-with-arrow breastplate and observed his state now that adrenaline didn't numb the pain anymore.
