Having seen the dark goddess fall limply to the ground, the Amrothians were spurred forward, many letting out victorious cries as they charged towards the Carosites. Ferrin was barely in control of his faculties as his horse galloped onwards, he had not stopped to look up. If he had, he would have seen what Jamar saw. Heimdala, far from appearing jubilant was gazing down on her approaching faithful in horror.
“NO,” she screamed, returning to the ground without breaking stride. “No.”
From his position, on the edge of the Carosite army, Jamar could see what she was screaming at. The supposedly lifeless remains of Caros the beautiful, surrounded on all sides by charging Amrothians was no longer lying prostrate and bleeding in the grass. She was upright again and smirking cruelly. She let ou
