Third person’s POV
Roars were not ready to stop with blood splattering all around without any break. A whole day had passed and yet the war had not stopped, instead it felt like the number of enemies just kept increasing. Scars were going to be left on anyone who would make it alive back to their homes, as a mark of what they had seen, heard and gone through.
“f**k! Where are they all coming from?”
Zoilios roared through their mind link while slitting the throat of the ripper in front of him.
“Have no idea. Wouldn't expect any weak army when the idiots challenged two of the most deadly rulers.”
Damon answered back while clawing out the wolf's spinal cord.
“Wait, are they retreating?”
A confused Hector asked, his black eyes looking at the group that was leaving the ground without a
