Alec could clearly see the mages of the Gordons Clan in high spirits as they broke into song, among the low-rank mages, not a single one had fallen.
They had fought with precision, maintaining a calculated approach that ensured their survival, their spirit armours had also played a crucial role in keeping them from being infected, however, the mid-rank mages had not been as fortunate, three Tier 5 mages had succumbed to zombie infection, and two Tier 4 mages had lost their lives in the chaotic final moments of battle.
As Alec descended back to the ground, he couldn’t shake the heavy weight in his chest.
While the rest of the mages celebrated their victory, he found himself burdened by guilt, replaying the battle in his mind, what could he have done differently? How could he have ensured that none of his clansmen fell? He blamed himself for not being strong enough to end the mid-rank battle as decisively as he had done with the low-rank skirmish.