In his hand was a massive battle axe, its blade smeared with blood; each swing claimed the life of a Radiant Clansman.
The Radiant Clan, under the siege of the Goblin Legion, had suffered catastrophic losses.
Their defensive line had long since collapsed; many could not even resist before Goblin weapons pierced their bodies.
Blood dyed the earth red, and the howls of pain mingled with the screams of despair, painting a horrifying scene.
"No...
Please, don't kill me!"
A young Radiant Clan warrior collapsed to his knees, his eyes filled with terror and pleading.
Clutching a broken longsword stained with blood, his gaze had already lost all will to fight.
His eyes scanned the surroundings, seeing only the fallen bodies of his comrades and the ferocious stares of the Goblins.
Yet, the Goblin Legion showed no mercy to his pleas, nor did they halt their weapons.
The young warrior's chest was pierced by a spear; blood spurted forth as terror and despair consumed his eyes.
