Ascalon's eyes widened as Daru landed on the other side with a graceful and light thud, his weight received well by the powdery layer of the ashen ground.
The onlookers, meanwhile, erupted into whispers, equally in shock.
Some have been trapped here for decades, doomed to stay for eternity since they couldn't even kill a single Lost Damnedling by themselves.
Had it not been for the wretches of Egress Haven, they would still be six feet underground until now.
The fact that they had another reliable champion to rely on naturally made them happier, despite their disbelief at their army deputy's loss at the first exchange.
Ending up in Limbo was extremely rare, and being somehow still alive and sentient even more so.
It was a blessing, really, for them to have three top-rankers.
The Damnedlings of Egress wouldn't even have hope of escaping, otherwise.
Daru immediately went back to his fighting stance, not thinking much of the small victory.
The duel wasn't done yet.
