The skirmish on the Sky Ice Plain ended at a breakneck speed.
From the moment the Blood Knight Army commenced their attack to the complete collapse of the Troll Army, it only took three hours, a miracle in military history.
Okamoto gazed blankly at the sight in front of him. No curses, no fear, nor regret. At this moment, he seemed like an outsider, observing the scene in silence and indifference.
All he could see was the Troll Army, shredded beyond recognition by the Blood Knight Army, with escaping trolls scattered across the landscape. They were like helpless lambs to the slaughter at the hands of the Blood Knight Army.
Okamoto had already gone through such a brutal and bloody scene once before.
He knew once it got to this point, unless a deity descended upon them, no one could turn the tide.
But was the deity still watching over his believers?