Fervor

Fervor

Aurelia struck again with her war mace on another of her enemies. As she looked up to search for a new opponent, she found that they had taken out virtually the entire scarecrow unit they had fought on the hill.

Some of her warriors had fallen, but most of the men were still standing around her, and though bruised, they did not appear to be seriously injured.

These creatures, though numerous, could not compete with the strict training of the Basilean militias.

The priestess surveyed the battlefield from the top of the newly conquered hill and saw that the battle was developing in the same way along the narrow valley in which the battle was taking place.

The tight, gleaming ranks of the Basilean Legion contrasted with the disorderly appearance of the dark and uneven mass that made up the Nighstalker army. In the center, the spearmen had held out for a few reapers long enough until a unit of paladins finished them off, charging them at a gallop from one flank.

In turn, two regiments of sisterhood scouts mercilessly assaulted a group of reapers, who tried to outflank the Basilean warriors but were unable to break the line of the soldiers trained in the Golden Horn.

"It seems that the battle is on our side, sister," said the captain of the unit.

“The gods protect us, Fabio. Soon we will reclaim these lands and incorporate them into the kingdom” Aurelia replied, excited by the battle and her religious fervor. “Prepare your men. We will march to the center and finish off the enemy. This battle ends now"

As they were about to leave the hill, a regiment of spectres appeared from behind a nearby grove, yelling and gesturing toward Aurelia's unit. Behind them, a grotesquely shaped female figure advanced, shouting orders to the spectres, who obeyed with awe.

Aurelia made a sound of displeasure at the sight of the blasphemous creatures and varied the previously given order. They could not come to support the center and turn their backs on the new enemies. That would endanger not only her regiment, but the entire army. They must end this new threat.

“The center will have to manage on its own. We will charge on the enemy before it reaches the hill ” she transmitted to her second in command. “Have your men focused on the wraiths. I'll take care of the banshee. "

Twirling her mace to loosen her arm muscles before another fight, Aurelia advanced toward the enemy, with a determination born of her unwavering faith. That day the gods were on her side and she knew it.