Count Tamos fidgeted nervously, shaking his leg as he anxiously glanced at the battlefield. His soldiers couldn’t approach the fire, so only the wounded who had escaped were being moved. At first, there had been a decent number of survivors, but now hardly anyone was making it out.

“Damn it, they’re all wounded! What am I supposed to do with this?”

The first wave of escapees had been in relatively decent condition, but now it was mostly those on the brink of death. And even then, the total survivors didn’t amount to 500 soldiers.

“Victor, that damned idiot! He boasted …