The whole body seemed as if it were poured with blood, and even from a distance, you could almost smell the strong stench.
Or maybe seeing this scene stimulated the soldiers' senses, making them feel that it should indeed smell like this.
Anyway, at first sight, even some with weaker mental resilience would tremble inside.
Until the newcomer spoke.
"Looks like I arrived in time for your breakfast."
Lance removed his distorted and corroded helmet and walked toward the battlefield.
Everyone, upon hearing the familiar voice, was momentarily stunned, but upon seeing that face, their emotions instantly transformed into ecstatic joy, welcoming him with cheers.
"My Lord!"
The Lord's appearance dispelled the last traces of gloom, especially as he sat on the ground, joining them for breakfast, listening to their recount of the battle here, affirming their steadfast defense.
"You did great!"
