The Weight of Waiting
While the clash between both sides was getting even more chaotic, Videl stood atop the walls of Fantom City with both hands resting against the cold stone battlements.
The battlefield stretched before her like a living nightmare.
Smoke drifted across the plain.
Broken banners fluttered weakly in the wind.
The cries of wounded soldiers mixed with the thunder of charging horses and the metallic roar of weapons colliding.
The Redcliffe cavalry had successfully intercepted the Dullahan riders, but victory was still nowhere in sight.
Every few moments another rider was thrown from the saddle.
Some stood again.
Others never moved.
Farther away, Clara and the surviving adventurers continued struggling toward the city, surrounded by countless skeletal warriors.
Videl's sapphire-blue eyes never stopped moving.
She watched every corner of the battlefield.
Every death.
Every sacrifice.
Every desperate charge.
