Bab 166: The battle ended

The battlefield painted a grim and somber scene as the bodies of fallen soldiers began to pile up, forming a haunting scene of the brutality of war. Aragon moved fast and swiftly, his sword slashing through the air and leaving a trail of devastation in its wake.

With each strike, the number of enemies slain by Aragon continued to rise. The ground beneath him seemed to soak up the blood spilled by his foes, forming a macabre river that flowed through the once-pristine meadows.

The soldiers who fought alongside Aragon couldn't help but be both awe-inspired and disturbed by the sight before them. The relentless precision with which he dispatched his enemies was both terrifying and mesmerizing. They marveled at his ability to navigate the chaos and emerge unscathed, his movements were like a lethal dance amid the carnage.

The river of blood grew wider, its crimson hue contrasting starkly against the green fields that had once been untouched by conflict.