Chapter 219: Conduit

The battlefield was chaos.

Screams filled the air—horrible, agonized sounds Damon never thought a human body could make. The sickening snap of bones, the crackle of flesh burning in cursed flames.

Yet, those cries of despair were drowned out by the roars of rage—the furious battle cries of knights who watched their comrades fall to the spirits.

Even so, they fought.

They fought with the right morale.

Men had died for foolish reasons before. Many had been lured to their deaths by fleeting promises—glory, honor, immortality in name.

Damon had used that here.

He had promised to immortalize them as heroes.

And they had rushed to their deaths for him.

How easily men die for intangible promises.

Damon leapt off the steed just as it was engulfed in black flames, the knight atop it vanishing in the cursed inferno.