The leader watched as his patrol group was decimated without even the enemy lifting a single finger against them, they were all defeated not by physical or metaphysical ways but through the very fear that lied within them.
He stood there frozen in place, he could see new fires bloom in the distance as newer hues of red and yellow made themselves known across all directions.
He then let go of his sword and wept. The sword fell to the ground but made no sound other than the crunching of burned sticks and leaves under it. He fell onto his knees while he faced the ground below him.
"I give up," He whispered, his voice cracked and shivered.
"I don't think a surrender is an option for a knight under a Theocracy," One walked forward and looked down on the knight.
"Please, I have a family, please have mercy,"
The knight pleaded.