Chapter 927 Heavy Losses

• Finneas' gaze followed them until even the last streak of light dissolved into the clouds.
• He drew a sharp breath, turned, and sprinted toward the direction of the undead battlefield. A short time later, he reached the outer rim of the Swamp of the Deceased.
• The clash here had only just ended, leaving the world unnaturally still; the air was heavy with the coppery sting of fresh blood. Black earth now blazed a gruesome red, and countless human corpses sprawled in that sticky lake, turning the field into a vision torn from purgatory.