353 A Knight's Power

Arran cast a quick look around the area, searching for any enemies who still remained a threat. With a Knight only moments away, he could not afford any distraction, no matter how small.

Yet it took him only a moment to realize that no enemies remained — none who were in any condition to fight, at least. All those whose legs would still carry them had already fled, and the only ones who remained were either dead or dying.

The sight of the battlefield caused Arran some shock. Earlier, he'd been too engrossed in battle to fully notice the magnitude of the carnage, but now, he saw that it was even worse than he'd realized.

Hundreds of broken bodies littered the ground, and small streams of blood ran through the cracks between the cobblestones. Had Arran not caused the devastation himself, he would have thought it the aftermath of a clash between two vicious armies.

Still, he did not let his eyes linger on the sight.