Across the entire battlefield, the sight of yet another gigantic sphere of congealed soul energy made the livings shudder, there was no refinement and no cunning behind such an attack, just pure brutality and destructive potential, it was an omen that you end was near, and yet, just like the first, this one broke apart and dealt no damage whatsoever.
The lesser warriors did not realise who or how this was, but it filled them with determination, they were not helpless against the enemy, although blue blood coated the city, forming a sanguine swamp in which the disembodied limbs and heads of fellows, of friends floated upon, they fought on for their enemies of bone weren't faring that much better.
