On the battlefield, the adventurers who were still alive had barely shaken off their stupor over what had just happened when they noticed the situation in the city. Many of them rushed there immediately, while others scrambled to contact anyone who might be able to help.
Most of them obviously had no such connections, but they were desperate enough to try anything, because the alternative was fleeing into the forest, where, despite the dramatic thinning of the beast population from the massacre moments ago, dangerous predators still roamed.
One person among them, however, was not entirely powerless in this situation.
"Reporting in, Father. We have a situation here."
Cedric's voice rang out, exhausted and strained from his wounds.
He was currently propped against the trunk of a tree at the edge of the battlefield, his condition as bad as it could be without crossing into dead. Torn clothing, cuts and burns across his face, and an entire section of his left arm simply gone.
