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If death had come down to the battlefield that night, the mere sight of the chaos all around would have pleased him immensely. Everywhere one turned, there was nothing but death and destruction.
Through it all, Adaria never stopped fighting. The Morningstar had claimed at least three hundred creatures already, and yet more continued to rain down on them. The aching in her arm had grown significantly, and there was no end in sight to all this.
And then, quite suddenly, a great cry went up in the South. Adaria stabbed the last night creature in front of her before she turned in that direction.
It was too dark to tell, but the sound of heavy galloping came, accompanied by what was undoubtedly the thundering of thousands of hooves. It caused the earth to tremble and shake, and all e
