Moonlight, like water, washed over the area of shallow sea and tidal flats.
The battlefield, which just moments ago had echoed with the clamor of slaughter, was now so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Unas's corpse—if you could still call it that—lay silently in the middle of the mud.
A shower of bright red petals had fallen upon his desiccated husk.
The contrast between red and gray was so jarring it made one's heart pound.
The remaining four hundred-some Warriors of the Bonebreak Clan stared at the scene, at a complete loss.
"CLINK."
A crisp sound broke the dead silence.
A bone blade slipped from between a Warrior's tentacles, fell into the shallow water, and kicked up a ring of mud.
Several nearby Warriors trembled and instinctively looked toward the human army surrounding them.
The steel shield wall had already closed in.
Through the gaps in the shields, countless sharp spears gleamed with a cold light under the moon, aimed directly at their throats.
It was over.
