The Second Evolution
The Goblin Apostle lay sprawled on the ground, its massive body still, the dark and holy energy that had once coursed through it now faded. The remaining human forces slowly began to regroup, their breaths heavy, the battlefield a mix of relief and exhaustion. Mikhailis let out a sigh, his entire body giving way beneath him. He collapsed onto the cold, hard ground, the adrenaline that had fueled him through the fight now drained. His muscles screamed in pain, and every breath he took felt like a weight on his chest.
The sky above was starting to lighten, the first hints of dawn breaking over the horizon. The soldiers moved among the fallen, some tending to the wounded, others securing what remained of the enemy. Earl Vaelis could be heard barking orders, directing the knights to gather the injured and start forming defensive perimeters. The battle was over, but the aftermath had only begun.