Overcome by intense panic, the remaining Heavy Armor Warriors' morale shattered. They fled frantically back to their territory.
It was clear they would take no further part in this battle. Even after it was over, they would need time to recover from the psychological trauma.
Another small contingent of Heavy Armor Warriors, surrounded by Al's army, simply gave up the fight. Even though they were stronger than the soldiers encircling them, they had lost all will to battle.
In any case, Brelli's cousin's main force had suffered devastating losses from the elves' attack, rendering them combat ineffective.
After a brief moment of sorrow, Brelli's cousin descended into a sort of madness. His eyes were bloodshot, his expression twisted and savage.
"You bastard, Al! You despicable rat! You screwed me over again! This army was everything I had! I'll make you wish you were never born!"
