Chapter 97 Death Grip My Soul

• CONRI’S P.O.V
• It had been well over two weeks in the goddess forsaken place. We camped in the forest only to emerge when the enemy had approached to fight. It seems they keep multiplying and there is no way I am seeing that we could win the war.
• My body was throbbing but not as much as my head. It’s a fight day and night with bodies of my men, my own men, left scattered on the battlefield, bathing in their own blood. No matter how much we pushed it seemed we could never get ahead of this war. A sigh escapes me, my eyes red with no sleep in all the two weeks being there.