“We will win this war!” Meyneak yelled, feeling invincible. It was almost as if he had forgotten his wounds, trying to raise his left arm which was dismembered by Miur.
“Tenmo chose the best warriors for this to not be an unfruitful endeavour so that it wouldn’t be a fruitless trip. I believe it, we can kill them all!” Aneak said, slowly walking up to Meyneak. “I used up the artefact, we’ll have to retreat and-“
“And what?” Meyneak chuckled and turned to Aneak, only seeing a blank expression as a mouthful of bright-red blood gushed out.
“Aneak!” the warrior yelled once more, gripping his hammer with all his strength, looking for a target.
Aneak was already a corpse by the time he hit the ground, but there was nobody behind him. Or anyone that may have attacked him. He then
