To Slaughter Humans

Back in the Square

The tension in the air was suffocating, to say the least. The army behind Dagur stood like a statue, not batting an eye even when they kind of were killed before them.

On the other side, the soldiers behind Cleora were shocked. They saw how the ogre men fought and were more astonished about how Jolthar had killed them. They were already feeling too terrified of how they had to face hundreds of their army with only a little of them.

It made them wonder about Jolthar, and the situation now seemed optimistic with Jolthar on their side, even though they weren't sure about him.

The battlefield, once a lively town square, was now soaked in the blood of the fallen, and at its centre stood Jolthar—his blade gleaming, dripping crimson onto the cracked stone beneath him. The silver-white arcs of energy flickered around him like restless phantoms, coiling and shifting with an almost sentient awareness.