The whole village was so quiet, there were no more sounds of dozens of footsteps rushing here and there, no more sound of swords clashing, no more sound of war cries.
The whole village was now filled with corpses scattered everywhere.
All the villagers who participated in the battle had been slaughtered and there was no one left. All of Eleindal knights were dead, their corpses were headless, Lustitia lay on the ground with her face turned backwards, and there was nothing left of Angron but a pool of blood that soaked the entire area where he had been executed by Zhen himself.
Everything was silent.
Zhen walked back to where Alice and Drakon were. He heard nothing but the sound of a blow to something soft followed by a muddy sound.
The muddy sound must be blood, but what did Alice hit?
Flesh?
No, it wasn't flesh.
Drakon's face had been destroyed already, what Alice hit was the contents of Drakon's head.
