Gerald’s Pov
The moment their leader hit the ground and died, the fight began to wear off. The rogues began to retreat, one by one, growling between their teeth and spitting while they backed down. The wild, desperate look in their eyes was still there, but without someone to guide them, they were nothing but meaningless threats.
Some of our warriors wanted to chase them, but I raised my hand and shook my head, “No.” I let out firmly. “We’ve lost enough men tonight, let them be.”
Our priority wasn’t revenge, but the wounded.
We moved very fast, lifting the injured from the ground drenched in blood and dirt. Some were groaning in pain, others completely unconscious, their skin pale as a result of blood loss. The smell of iron and sweat filled the air, mixing with the faint smell of bur
