Damian didn't even need to join in. His forces decimated the enemy like monsters freshly unleashed from their bindings, which was fitting enough. The soldiers of Ashenvale had been on edge, exhausted from fighting invisible enemies day and night, rotating through constant shifts on guard duty. Now, faced with a direct confrontation—the kind of fight they relished—they tore through their enemies, though they didn't emerge unscathed. Five of their own fell, all mundane soldiers. In the chaos of battle, saving everyone was impossible, but considering they were outnumbered, this was a pretty good result.