As the caravan approached the spilling horde of Nightmare Creatures, Sunny readied himself for battle and feverishly tried to come up with a way — any way — to save the lives of as many people as he could.
However, no matter how much he thought about it, there was just no solution. Many souls were going to be lost today, and the best he could accomplish was to make sure that those who were dying were the soldiers, and not the refugees.
He knew that the caravan would be able to break through the horde of abominations eventually, but he also knew that at least several vehicles, as well as scores of his soldiers, would perish in the process. Hundreds, if not thousands of humans were going to die today.
His gamble did not pay off.
Sunny felt a bit resentful about that.
With a sigh, he summoned the helmet of the Mantle of the Underworld and raised Morgan's Warbow…
