High above the chaos of battle, Morgana's acute hearing caught fragments of General Kaider's desperate conversation with his officers. It showed just how powerfully her senses worked.
The words struck her like physical blows—several hundred souls, the town is overrun, we can't spare a single sword.
Her blue eyes blazed with fury and frustration as she deflected another wave of deadly energy from the Lich King's skeletal minions.
She gritted her teeth so hard that pain shot through her jaw.
Every fiber of her being screamed to abandon this cursed battlefield and race to the town's aid. Those were innocent people, families of the soldiers who were fighting now, their children who had never held a weapon, mothers clutching their babes, and elderly craftsmen whose only crime was living in the shadow of what they believed to be an impregnable fortress.
There were a lot of soldiers who lost their lives already; not only that, now they were fighting as her enemies.
