50. The battle (3)

The roars of war echoed in the ears of the human. Swords collided, and the blood of dark beings stained the ground of that terrifying place.

Caeli was in the arms of Orfeo. He could not allow other beings to drive her away from his side, neither enemies, nor those under his command.

His body protected the young one of possible attacks, and his fangs ripped out the hands that tried to touch a simple hair from the girl's hair.

And meanwhile, Caeli was watching the horrifying image: The bodies being dismembered, the monsters cutting off part of their bodies, the warriors howling in pain begging for help.

And the blood that stained the field also stained her face every time they attacked the brunet.

To her, all that screaming and slaughter that was taking place, seemed to be just far away, a persistent background noise, which she could hear clearly, but it was as if she were in the distance, while the images ran in slow motion in front of her eyes.