The next morning, the first ray of sunlight pierced the thin mist on the horizon, spilling onto the scorched and chaotic battlefield.
The soldiers of the Black Stone Army had been busy all night, and the slaughter from the previous evening seemed to linger in the air.
Most of the soldiers were weary, but more than that, they were exhilarated.
Overnight, the Blood Wolf Corps, which had been entrenched in the Black Stone Mountain Range for many years, had been utterly wiped out. This scourge that had been a persistent headache for Black Stone Territory was finally gone.
A few of the bolder Black Stone soldiers muttered amongst themselves.
"Tch, that old dog Carl ran rampant for over a decade. To think he'd fall so fast."
"Sir Ed is incredible. One strike! Just one strike! And Carl was supposed to be an Earth Knight, right? Gone, just like that?"
"Heh, that strike from Sir Ed… I'd say it was faster than lightning!"
