War was chaotic, but everyone had their roles to play. Victory was the result of the collective.
Abellona had her role, so she didn't turn, even when Damon seemed to falter in his battle against Amon.
He had won against Ashcroft when he was far weaker than he was now, she believed he wouldn't die. That was why, even though her own brother's life was in danger, Abellona focused solely on her mission, her objective.
This was what her life on the battlefield had taught her.
'we must all play our roles, or the entire military structure will collapse.'
Blood dripped from the side of her head as she ignored the clash behind her. The sounds of battle, the screams, the explosions, all faded. Only the priestess remained in her eyes.
She walked slowly with her spear in hand, blood dripping from its edge, her crimson eyes filled with killing intent.
In her heart, she believed stopping the priestess would guarantee victory.
