Tanak could not believe it. The Witch was right. How he wished he listened and did the right thing perhaps, his little pathetic life would have been saved.

The three of them stood in total confusion, not knowing what to do. The agonizing echoes of his fallen soldiers filled the air. Rain of arrows, cosmological powers of the witch and hand to hand combat was the order of the day. It was brutal and unforgiven. Tanak could sense it, his army was outnumbered genuinely this time, after having taken losses from the previous combat engagement. His defeat was not a matter of how but when? Nevertheless, a defiant spirit took...