Crimson Day

The living soldier's heart beat one last time before everything was rendered to this realm's afterlife, spurting blood as it was cleaved right down the middle, the blood left behind soon turned to spirit life as well.

It seemed like the realm itself was hostile to the invaders, their bodies were being broken much faster than that of any regular being native here.

That fact was completely lost on the rest of the soldiers, much more focused on the fact that an arguably talented warrior had been defeated without the enemy even needing to move any of their four limbs.

"Did she slice him with just a thought?"

"Don't look at us and keep your eyes on the enemy… It was probably a swipe of that tail"

"Mmh… there is no blood on it…"

"Because it strikes too fast for blood to latch on"

Spears were held forward, shields still held up despite the fact that they were clearly as useful as air right now.