CHAPTER 4.3

The battlefield wreaked blood and bile as guts and body parts scattered all over the mud. Yet it was still raging, the fight was far from over. Both the armies fought like there was no tomorrow. They were all willing to lay down their lives to secure victory.

“A vurhan and the dark bender working together. I never thought I would see the day. One thing I know is that the keepers of the covenant and the Vurhans are sole enemies, and no matter the situation, one would never be willing to work with the other. I am guessing you are not fighting me willingly, are you… dark bender?”

Tyndale asked, walking slowly towards the duo. With each step, the mud below his soles boiled. Daito twitched his eyebrows a little. The words seemed to be getting through to him

“Ah yes, I get it now. They have you under a slave emblem! No wonder you are this weak, needing the help of that vile creature to fight me!”

Jericho shrieked back, it seemed to understand Tyndale's words and they didn’t settle well with