Chapter:-41

The sky blazed with fire. Not because of the bonfires or the fire slowly burning the forest - it seemed to radiate an eerie heat by itself, turning the air orange. It was hard to breathe because of the pungent smell of burning, which clogged in the nostrils and burned the mucous membrane to the very throat, the eyes were watering, and sweat poured down the faces of the fighters in three streams.

The good people trumpeted the retreat, trying to pull at least some of their wounded from the battlefield, knowing full well that if they were discovered by the enemy, no one would be left alive. Werewolves - some in reverse, some not - walked between the bodies of the fallen, finishing off those who were still breathing, periodically wincing in disgust at the screams of the faeries, driven by blood-thirsty vampires. Mages - those who were on their feet and had a sufficient supply of energy - continued to work in the field hospital, running from one wounded person to ano