A Bloody Figure

Slashing his way out of the black dome, Astaroth looked around.

The battlefield hadn't devolved as much as he had expected, but a few details did catch his attention.

First of which, was the three gray names in his party list. Food Goblin, Peaceful Grove, and Meat Shield, all had their names greyed out, with empty health bars.

'Three dead… In half an hour. That's more than I had hoped, but less than I had expected.'

Looking around the battlefield, Astaroth noticed there were very few black domes and bubbles remaining. And what few remained were mostly up in the air.

Using his active mana vision, he spotted the biggest mana signatures across the plains separating the two war camps. He saw so few large signatures that were tainted in black and red demonic mana; he felt disappointed.

'What use is there to have officers if they get slain by the opposition so easily?'