The General's head rolled free, tumbling into the churned mud of the battlefield with a wet thud. Blood pooled beneath the corpse, mixing with the earth.

Kael stood over the ruin he had wrought, chest rising and falling in controlled breaths, his axe dripping with blood.

The air reeked of iron and death, the clash of steel fading into stunned silence as the enemy beheld their leader's end.

His gaze swept the field, eyes dark with unquenched fury. The woman he cared for lay wounded because of these bastards. There would be no mercy. Not today.

He turned on his heel, striding back through the chaos toward where he had...