With a helpless sigh, he thought of his timid father, who at least managed to take his mother and his own wife and children to escape from death, and no longer dwelt on it.
As a knight of Kantadar, he should have died on the battlefield, but he never expected this day to come so suddenly.
Yet now, dying to protect his family and territory, Yevan felt he was worthy of his honor and status.
Yevan looked at the man who remained calm in the face of the sea of corpses outside the city and couldn't help asking this leader of the refugees, who was about to share the fate of Shatai City, "Who are you?"
"Just a deserter scared stiff in Rolannar..." Ron looked towards the densely packed Corpse Ghosts in the distance, as well as the ranks of Spear silhouettes becoming visible behind, his face showing a bitter smile.
"Is this... the punishment sent down by the gods spoken of by the Seryan people..."
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"...Not enough... still not enough... for the master... need more...."
