Boom!!
A quarter of an hour later, another Snake-man's body exploded.
Oron, with blood-stained armor, stopped in his tracks, sheathing his massive broadsword, letting the blood on the blade fall away.
"It's over...."
He spoke in a low tone, resting the broadsword on his shoulder.
The cracked earth beneath him was riddled with innumerable wounds, while the blood-stained ground saw legions of warriors stopping in their tracks.
"Did we win?"
Someone couldn't help but ask, fixing their gaze on the distance.
The once smooth earth was now full of ravines and deep pits, with cracks crisscrossing and tearing the soil.
The once ferocious Snake-man Army had already fallen into despair, scattering in every direction.
Snake-man corpses littered the ground, bloodstained blades and armor scattered about, shattered banners like stalks without roots, with only half-length poles still embedded in the ground.
