If the five duchies' head knight commanders weren't so greedy, they would have last just a bit longer. That didn't matter now. They were all dead, and the fourteen thousand men they led ran all about.
Abel didn't do anything. He just watched the massacre happening on the ground. Yes, this was a massacre, not a war. The knights had no ways of fighting the consecutive ballistas, the lightning spirals, and the fourteen sphinx knights. There was a limit to how many lives these terrifying things and soldiers could take, but the outcome of this battle was clearly one-sided, so much that the fourteen thousand knights all gave up within less than a few minutes.