Even Thor stepped forward, as if he wanted to drag his commander back by force, but it was already too late. The battlefield had become a nightmare of torn flesh and scattered blood, and more and more warriors were still being pulled into that expanding machine of death.
"Flee! Retreat!" Thor roared, and whoever still had enough strength to move threw themselves toward the sky. But with the mana in the air thinned out to almost nothing, their flight was slow and unsteady. Even so, terror forced strength out of them that they did not know they still had.
Hundreds were still swallowed by Max's attack, their deaths becoming a silent reminder of who truly ruled this battlefield.
"Sigurd, take the others and retreat back to the capital!" Thor hurled himself forward toward Max, his spear trembling in his grip. He had to stop him now, or more of his men would vanish into that black force without even leaving a corpse behind.
"Emperor, we can't—"
