The battlefield, thick with the smoke of war and the stench of blood and burnt flesh, gradually fell silent, leaving only the ragged breathing of the human soldiers and the muffled groans of the wounded.
Finally, it was over.
Lynch let out a long sigh, feeling his back drenched in sweat.
This time, Yenogu hadn't appeared. He had only tried to kill Lynch by manipulating his pawns, not even turning his gaze this way. It was precisely for this reason that the mark from Elegy in Lynch's soul had shown no signs of awakening.
'From the looks of it, there must be some kind of special understanding or rules among these higher beings.'
'For instance, if the opposing side was content to manipulate pawns from behind the scenes, Elegy wouldn't interfere directly. In a way, he was one of Elegy's pawns, too.'
SIGH...
Lynch sighed, pushing the distracting thoughts from his mind and refocusing on the battlefield before him.
