Chapter 07

In the distance, they could hear the sound of clashing metal and the echoes of battle. Fellow countrymen engaged in a bloody struggle. Brothers divided by factions. The dirt beneath their feet soaking their blood.

From afar, one general watched the battle. His face darkened under his elaborate helmet.

"The battle was very soon will reach an impasse."

His comments were not for the loss of his men. But because his strategy wasn't turning out as he had planned out. The opposing faction had proven to be more resilient than he gave them credit for.

"What do you plan to do, my lord?" His second in command asked.

The general pondered his question. He could not admit the miscalculation in his battle plan.

"Bring me the witch," the general ordered as he walked back to his tent.

Those words were like bitter medicine in his mouth. He had planned not to rely on the help of superstitious folk. If he couldn't see or touch something, it didn't exist.