The army of Balium shouted triumphantly; General Dragon Tooth just stood there, motionless.
Blood was running down his blade; however, there were no tears on his cheeks. His heart had practically turned to stone during the seemingly endless years of fighting.
The army of the Moon General stopped hitting their weapons against their shields and armor. They only watched as the General waivered. She took her ceremonial sword from her belt, plunged it into the ground, and then leaned heavily on it. Doing the same with her spare, she looked across at her soldiers.
“Senior Officer Hadjar!’ Her voice sounded weak.
Hadjar, swallowing, took a single step forward, before all people could see was a black raven’s wing, and then he was standing beside the General. He’d covered dozens of yards in an
