Surprisingly, the battle ended as quickly as it began.
Given that the enemy numbers were over a hundred, with a dozen of them being at the Mana Vortex Rank, it seemed obvious that the battle would stretch on for a long time.
But no. Through careful planning and devious traps that were laid out beforehand, Ulric and his men were able to deal with the enemies in a matter of minutes.
What remained was silence, broken only by the crackle of fire.
A line of corpses stretched along the road, mortals and Magi alike. Some lay where they had fallen, others twisted near shattered wagons. The supply carts burned slowly, flames eating through wood and cloth, sending dark smoke into the night sky.
The road itself was scarred. Deep ruts, scorch marks, and scattered debris marked where the convoy had once moved in order.
Ulric stood at the front, his men behind him. They rarely stared at the aftermath of the battle before them. Instead, they gazed at their general's back.
