Stampede III

The brown soil soaked up so much beast blood that it turned into rust colored mud.

Mounds atop mounds of beasts piled up into what formed makeshift landmarks. There was no distinction between which is foe and which is not. There was only violence and slaughter.

Elias was no better than any beast in that ‘scuffle’. No semblance of humanity, intelligence, or rationality could be found in his way of fighting.

In order to survive, his wild instincts have long taken over, yet that was barely enough

His Aeter was running out, fatigue was catching up to him and his senses began to deteriorate.

Elias became sloppy, accumulating more injuries on his body as time went on. But he could not help it, there were too many stimuli that he was going crazy with the amount of messages his senses were sending him.