Unbelievably, the battle seemed to be going in their favour. The Åscatorian forces were certainly taking heavy losses. The land was littered with their dead; though, so too did the same land drink heavily from the blood of too many Ørkadians. To Brenjulf's left he could see the unmistakable face of Hastor. His body was slumped on the ground and his eyes were wide open staring into nothing. Lifeless. Gone. No matter the outcome of this battle, the toll would be too severe for merriment.
