Queen Histya had just ordered her army to regroup and take care of the injured enemies lying around the battlefield in Xoltun´s way, when she spotted the white Yahurian in the distance, her brows frowning and her eyes blinking with disbelief a few times at the surreal sight displayed in front of her stunned self.
The warrior was standing in the middle of the bloodied camp, holding a child in his arms, while he chatted animatedly with a tanned, long-haired woman. His eyes staring at her luscious lips and generous breasts like he just wanted to undress her right there in the field, then devour her to completion, only to start all over again.
-Look who it is! Ussiariah Aghol in the flesh! – She called out in a singing voice as she approached them, letting each letter of his name deliberate
