Through the cloud of dust, Ural could only make out the silhouettes of some of the soldiers standing in a perfectly straight line
This was strange because if Lord had managed to break through, then were should have been a gaping hole along the front line, or at least a spattering of movement as the charioteers hunted down the fleeing soldiers.
And even if the charge was stopped, the chariots should still there be, fighting the troops.
But there was no sign of them.
'Where are they?' To Ural it appeared that Alexander had swallowed them up and banished them from existence.
"Is he really a sorcerer?" The young man's heart shook as he further recalled how his cavalry was destroyed by something he would describe as a magic fiery wheel.
The sight and particularly the sound of it especially affected the man.
Ural was a particularly superstitious and religious man, and the two evidences presented before him made it hard to ignore the possibility.