Chapter 98 - 97: One Path Ends, Another Begins
Meanwhile in Ferndell Ridge, South Courtyard.
The last cries of resistance faded beneath the sound of steel on flesh.
All across the ruined town, the Duskspire Legion swept through the remnants of the Sengolio force like a black tide. Smoke choked the air, mixing with blood and ash. Bodies littered the streets, some burned, some broken, some wide-eyed with terror frozen in their final moments.
Aren’s boots stepped through the wreckage in silence.
Behind him, Gorrak drove his hammer down one final time, flattening a wounded soldier who’d tried to crawl away. Rogar skewered two more retreating men with a single thrust, and Trask wiped blood from his twin blades as he passed by.
"That’s the last of them," Gorrak grunted. "No survivors. Not this time."
"Good," Rogar spat. "They earned it."
But Aren didn’t answer.
He stood alone at the edge of the square, staring down at the bodies nearest to him, the ones killed by him. Or at least, that should have been his responsibility.
The ones Nie Fenghun slaughtered before his eyes.
A hobgoblin soldier, spine twisted sideways.