บท 153: Doomed to Die

The battlefield was strewn with the remnants of the fierce clash, the air heavy with the acrid scent of magic and destruction. Ashes swirled in the air, carried by the gusts of wind that whispered through the dense forest cover. Amidst the chaos, Maersult stood, his once formidable presence now diminished, the weight of impending defeat settling upon his broad shoulders.

As Spider Killer's cold gaze bore into him, Maersult felt a mix of emotions surge within him. The realization that the battle was truly lost, and with it the Ashphen Camp and his own reputation, weighed heavily upon his weary mind. He understood the consequences of his failure, knowing that forgiveness would be a distant dream, and his standing within the Brander Clan irreparably damaged.