CHAPTER 985
Devan remained atop his mount, impassively observing the unfolding carnage.
The Dawn army had plummeted from one hundred thousand to a mere forty thousand within just fifty minutes of combat.
Conversely, his own legion still boasted over three hundred thousand warriors.
He would win this.
He knew it with absolute certainty; it was merely a matter of time. In minutes, the entirety of the Dawn forces would be systematically wiped out.
There was no realistic path to a comeback for the faction after a loss of this magnitude.
However, when he turned his gaze to assess the progress of his vice leaders, a subtle, glaring frown suddenly creased his forehead.
Ortiz had been interrupted from his task of destroying the wall by Gunther.
Pluck was still locked in a stalemate with Thalos.
… The next second, Pluck's head could be seen sailing through the air, forcing Devan to shake his head repeatedly in sheer disbelief.
This couldn't be right.
