Philip jumped the ditch, then continued running, he had to reach the front line as fast as he could.
This part of the wood was almost dead, the order of purification passed this way a week ago, and the signs of their army’s passage were clear.
The soil looked a sickly gray, not the usual rich red and brown of Agartha, the trees exploded on both sides of the trail, and there were even tufts of fur of a dozen species of animals mixed with the wood shards and the soil.
They might not have the full power of the dragons on their side, but two wyvern decimated more than five mixed squadrons that day, it took more than forty purples to finally kill the beasts.
All the while, the humans were fighting around the battle between the mages and the beasts, so many good men and women lost their lives that day.
But Philip couldn’t stop to give respect to the fallen, he had to reach the front line or another massacre would be repeated before the end of the day.
He didn’t even have the time to stop for a minute to ease the pains in his legs or the burning in his lungs.
He had to tell Peytr that the reds are coming, and that they are coming with a dragon, it might take all the powers of the remaining mages within the ranks of the remaining squads to take the majestic creature down.
He trusted that Peytr would know what to do with this immennat conflict, he always does.
He ran as fast as he could, and he remembered that first day that Peytr saved him from burning horn of a unicorn, as he stumbled to his feet with the aid of Peytr, he told him, “live today to save me the next, Phil.”
Today has to be that day, he will run six more hours added to the ones he already did, even if it kills him, for he had a brother at arms to save.
And maybe he will then save them all.
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