A miserable march

There was a tangible tension amongst the troops of Endora as the air ascended carried everyone high above the forces of Life.

The humans beneath had no way of reaching the ascended above, not even using their bows, so all they could do was look up and hurl insults at Endora’s army.

They knew Soren brought them there as sacrifices, with only the purpose of sapping the energy of the armies of Endora, but they accepted their fate long ago.

High King Soren was either feared or worshiped by the people of Life, so most of the soldiers there either believed in their purpose of sacrificing their lives to stop Endora or feared Soren’s retribution more than death itself.

“Murderers.”

“Invaders.”

“Beasts of the South.”

The insults screamed by the armies of Life reached the ears of the ascended, even with the significant distance between the two, but no one reacted much.