Mon'Ter

Chapter 35: Young Elyenora's lesson about Mercy

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Within a land filled with carnage stood one lone figure, whose bluish armor had been dyed in a crimson ruby unlike its usual sapphire coloring. The man’s twin scimitars stood on both his sides as he looked from side to side with a calm demeanor. 

In every direction for as far as the eye could see, there laid the bodies of once proud orcs who’d come seeking their honor in battle, but the only thing that they’d found was a fate at the butcher’s knives. 

Limbs littered the ground and warm red liquids dripped in puddles everywhere, most of the corpses had been so disfigured that you’d find it hard to recognize them as orcs at this point. 

Those who’d survived had long since run away in retreat, wishing to never again witness a man such as the one they’d faced on this day. 

While the ones that had witness the event stood in silence, not knowing whether they should cheer for vic