(Gayorn Star Cluster- Atlax Region)
(Planet Rocrn- Ruins Of The Capitol City)
Hell.
That was the only word Duke Peterlor could use to describe what he was seeing. The entire battlefield was littered with corpses of both allies and enemies alike.
So much blood soaked the ground that even the dirt itself had begun to smell of the faint coppery scent.
The duke placed his sword back into his sheath as his dark eyes swept the battlefield one more time for any survivors.
It was an act that many would consider useless since the senses of a god stage cultivator meant that no living organism would be able to escape from his grasp.
Still… using his own eyes to assess the situation was a habit that was not easily unlearned especially considering that it had kept him alive more times than he could count.
