130 Summit

Silent Night watched as the Plague Baron's troops marched away from the fortress. She looked out over the field filled with bodies. The wall had taken significant damage as did Aniketos. Currently the dragon was back in the castle recuperating.

One of his wings had been cut off, it wouldn't be too hard to regrow, but it would cost a good amount of magical ore, mostly mithril to do so.

The formation was gathering the energy from the surroundings, slowly recharging itself.

The giant's greatsword stood erect outside the walls of the fortress, half plunged into the ground.

Major General Santine came to the command room to report to Silent. "Madam, we have lost just under 2,000 of our soldiers. We have many wounded, but they should all be able to recover with time."

"Alright, send men to clean the battler field. The bodies will disappear shortly, collect anything of value. Without a complete victory, this battle has cost us more than it was worth. Try to recoup our losses."