Sylvester noticed that even when the drums were being blasted, many of the remaining men on the battlefield were not retreating. Instead, they were so blind in rage and thirst to survive that all they saw were the enemies around them.
"It will soon be night. We need to end this fast." Sylvester muttered and put his palm over his chest, facing the sky over the battlefield.
Then he started to chant a holy hymn and made the palm shine bright.
Boom!
When the halo appeared behind his head, a light beam shone from his palm so brightly that it covered the sky. It illuminated the entire battlefield, and all the men on the it, who didn't respond to the drums, looked up in wonder.
As they looked up, the sound of retreat drums also registered in their ears. They looked left and right and found themselves standing in the middle of a primarily empty battlefield; as far as their eyes could see, there was only blood and gore on the ground.
[A/N: Don't forget to unload your heavy load of stones and GT on me!]
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