Chapter Fifteen

Mortal Realm

City of Rhodes

Southern Garrison

•LOTHAIRE•

Three days have passed and we still remain to defend the dwellers of the land of the living. We retrieved survivors from their hideouts and we easily determined if they were an enemy based on the color of their eyes. Arwald ordered Denali to take the wounded warriors to Solum and offer them healing.

The city was drenched in blood and flooded by corpses. We stank like the smell of the Apophian remains. We strolled through the dense forest to see if there were warriors we could recover. I threw a death wave and all the living organism withered.

"I reckon that is unnecessary," Naeitha uttered.

"We need to be certain," I replied.

It was sundown when we confirmed that there were no enemies left. Arwald attempted to make a downpour through the clouds. A sudden copious rainfall came.

"What is the reason of this deluge?" Bryndis asked him.

"It is intended to wash the