With the last Legendary-level powerhouse on the battlefield slain, the battle did not end, but it could be said that the tide had begun to turn.
Vexis returned to the rear, reclaimed command of the undead armies from Lorelia, and began to hunt down the demonic wolves and hellhounds that had not managed to withdraw from the battle in time.
A war doesn't conclude merely because the top-tier combatants cease fighting. On the contrary, this is often a rare opportunity to cull the enemy's ranks and diminish their underlying strength.
The war would shift from a standoff to a pursuit, and this pursuit would continue until the hellhounds had fled this territory entirely.
"Don't just stand there in a daze. Chase the enemy! Those are all food for your kinsfolk."
Vexis glanced at Lorelia, whose gaze had not once left the scepter in Vexis's hand.
Having had a taste of its power, Lorelia truly coveted Vexis's scepter.
"For the Horde! For Lorelia! For Master! Charge!"
