Of all the houses, they seemed to be thriving the most. Known for spreading terror during wars and periods of death, the House of Arous shone brighter than the rest.
Around their side of the battlefield, blood mist hung so thick it was all anyone could see. Blood from the battlefield pooled toward them, and from that pool, they rained death down on the monsters.
They fought like feral beasts, driven mad by the scent of blood. No monster survived their onslaught; none escaped their slaughter. Every fallen beast added to their blood bank, every kill only made them stronger.
They were unstoppable.
Jakis moved like a phantom, his face and body coated in so much blood it seemed to cling to his skin. He sank his teeth into monster necks, laughing in pleasure as if intoxicated. The blood of each monster pooled around him, and from it rose thousands of blood spears, swords, and blades that tore through the horde.
