Resounding in them for a short while however, they briskly went back, especially the man attacked by the fool using magic. Arriving before his lying figure, he quickly raised his sword, promptly slashing down.

  “ARGHHHH!” The man on the ground let out an agonizing scream as the weapon penetrated through the armor, a warm flow of blood leaving him. Speedily, his moves abated, just to stop completely.

  “Damn elves,” the head muttered out, only for the wind of voices surrounding him to drown it out. Slowly retrieving his sword, he still didn’t put it back into his scabbard, despite the lack of incoming enemies.

  Yet, with a free hand, he headed towards his head, loosening the helmet before taking it off completely. Revealing the fair skin with green scales scattered around the chin and neck, the demon scoured around himself and watched his peers, either busy fighting or doing similar to him.

  Ignoring all of the dead bodies gathered sporadically around the place, he simply turned towards the left, where those at the front lines kept on battling each other. Immediately, the sheer numbers screamed out to him, not nearly as loose as compared to the space around him.

  The soldiers of each side were practically clinging to one another, barely any space left for maneuvers. Despite that, he quickly arrived towards the heart of the battlefield, glancing with a solemn gaze at the weapons flying away repeatedly.

  Quickly, his brows lowered themselves. “Must be Stone’s doing,” he whispered silently, trying to peer through the wall of soldiers, briskly coming to a fruitless outcome. “Haa, I wanted to finally see him in action,” he sighed, slightly raising his eyes to the skies.

  Glancing through the peerless, light blue clarity, he breathed thoroughly with closed eyes, feeling for the light breezes brushing through him. Lingering in the smooth feeling for a while, he still needed to go back, however.

  So, with another sigh, he opened his eyes, promptly putting on the helmet before grasping the sword with both hands, hastily heading back towards the back of the battlefield.

  As he scavenged through the fields searching for enemies, the sun rose slightly whilst his chest heaved uncontrollably. “Haa, haa,” he breathed heavily, feeling his heart almost burst from within.

  His eyes grimacing sharply through the helmet, he swiftly caught his right shoulder with the other arm, supporting it as the metal protruded sharply, bent as though a cannonball crashed through it.

  Regardless, groaning slightly as he raised himself in the boiling sun, the man looked around himself slowly, watching cases similar to him walk around. At the same time, there were countless people with light armor running around with a stretcher in their hands, transporting those gruesomely wounded.

  However, the result was clear. This day, they had won over the empire’s knights and soldiers, their corpses flying through the air to be collected back by the officers of the opposite site.

  “You good, man?” Suddenly, a demonic tongue rinsed over him from behind, making the man’s green eyes swiftly turn around.

  “Ahh, yeah, a bit injured, but it’s all good. I’ll go to the healers once we get back to the camp,” he said, glancing up at the tall, deeply armored demon reaching down towards him. Bringing out his arm whilst staring at the man, he couldn’t help but speak out.

  “Have we seen each other before? Which camp are you from?” He asked, promptly moving away to raise the man.

  “Commander Folvana’s, the name’s Ha-,” he said swiftly, though he was unable to finish. Right as he uttered the name, the other man sucked the air sharply.

  “Oof, my apologies. I’m from Kaityr’s. We must have met during one of our meetups. I’m Ulmi, by the way,” the demon added near the end, bringing out his hand to meet properly.

  “It’s Hagyn, nice to meet you,” he replied, taking the left hand before tightly gripping it.

  “Hey, is it really as bad there as they say?” Ulmi suddenly asked, making sure to check twice through the battlefield before muttering, at the same time making Hagyn chuckle slightly.

  “Yeah, it is. She beats you up for the slightest mistake you make during training, which doesn’t stop. Every day, you get beaten to blood, no matter whether you stand in the furthest place away from her,” laughing as if to ease his experiences, the other man could only stand there, frozen.

  “For real?”

  “Yeah…” Hagyn added, his face dropping abruptly. “There is only one in our whole camp that doesn’t get beat up. I’m sure you’ve heard of him already.”

  “Stone…” Ulmi muttered, promptly seeing the man nod his head. Then, looking beyond him and searching somewhere away, he still went back to glance at his green eyes. “Is it true he’s cheating by using magic on himself?”

  Asking suddenly, Hagyn opened his eyes a bit, promptly glaring through Ulmi’s face for a moment. Then, he burst into a mellow laughter. “What? Who told you that?”

  Although furrowing his eyebrows, the man didn’t think anything off it. Rather, he simply continued. “The guys from the front told me that there’s no other way he could move like that.”

  This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.

  Contrary to the man’s expectation, Hagyn laughed harder than before, making him frown properly. “What? Why are you laughing?” He asked, watching him slowly turn back to his reserved self.

  “There’s no way he uses magic. Because he can't. He's a damn human, the only one in our whole battalion,” he said with a somewhat broken grin, Ulmi swiftly sighing in irritation.

  “I knew I shouldn’t have listened to you. That’s not even funny to joke about,” he uttered, clicking his tongue whilst shaking his head. Yet, seeing the lack of a response made him glance down again. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

  “I wasn’t telling a joke, though?” Hagyn asked, his eyes somewhat confused.

  “What?” The other demon blurted out immediately, however, before their little chat could continue, their heads turned to the side, hearing the horns scour through the bloodied fields.

  “Get back to your officers! We’re moving back to the camps. Good day today, lads!” The same deep voice as before rumbled within their heads, making the two glance back at each other momentarily before forgetting the matter.

  Swiftly, they began heading towards the source of the voice, where all of the soldiers headed to. Before long, the two were separated, Hagyn back on the same, elongated carriage without a roof or even proper walls, sitting on one side whilst looking at the soldiers wearing both similar armor and wounds on themselves.

  However, none conversed with one another. Stuck to themselves, they simply closed their eyes, trying for what little sleep they could get on the swift way back to the camp. The man with a scaled neck followed in their footsteps, crossing his arms before leaning on the short, wooden planks supporting their backs.

  Then, he opened up his eyes again, blinking a few times to get adjusted to the space. Hearing all the clamor around him, as well as seeing the commotion of soldiers getting up and off the carriages, he swiftly did the same.

  Standing up and briskly stretching himself, Hagyn groaned suddenly, having forgotten his gash on the right shoulder. “Agh, damn it!” A curse fell out of his mouth as he grabbed on the wound. Nonetheless, he walked all the way left, leaving the carriage before promptly gazing around the countless tents raised around the place.

  Enclosed with high walls beyond the colorful fabrics, made with wooden beams and columns, Hagyn couldn’t help but momentarily glance at the guards. Readied with their bows, they awaited anything from beyond, keeping still in the stifling heat from above.

  Then, he finally lowered his sight, slowly heading towards a certain direction, his eyes already hesitant. And, as he saw the sprawling line of men, he closed his eyes again, sighing and rushing towards it before it could grow any more.

  Still, the man could only fidget about and lean to the side, watching impatiently as the line never seemed to diminish. “Another day just like the previous one, huh?” He muttered to himself, utterly ignored by those around him.

  Raising his head after taking the helmet off, his neck tensed as he stared directly at the clouds, watching them slowly pass away, together with the turning sun.

  Eventually though, when the blinding sphere lingered in the center of the sky, Hagyn heard a clear voice from the small, white tent, making him smile.

  “Next, please come inside,” a tongue heard right after an armored arm fluttered the entrance out, raising the flowing fabric before letting it sway as the soldier came outside. Immediately as he lurched forward, he gained a brisk look at the dejected man, his pale green face bandaged on one whole half, the arm below on the same side broken, supported with a clean fabric entwined around his nape.

  Without waiting any longer though, Hagyn tossed his eyes back at the medic’s tent, parting the entrance before seeing the person standing behind a small, wooden desk inside.

  Repeatedly glancing down at the plethora of bandages stashed within a wooden box on his desk, the man picked and rearranged them by size, finally glancing up after finishing.

  Still leaning on the desk’s surface with his arms, he needed but a swift wash with his eyes over the soldier, immediately traversing to the right side of the table whilst parting his lips. “Take off the pauldron and rerebrace, I have to connect the flesh back together,” he said without looking at Hagyn anymore, not moved in the slightest by the man’s agitated tones.

  “Really? Do we have to?” Hagyn asked in confirmation, staring repeatedly at the man with a single, curved horn moving from the right side of his head. Raising his head sparsely, the medic simply nodded once, the blue eyes of his discolored.

  “Ugh, alright,” the man moaned again, however, he finally began to take off the bent armor pieces. Seemingly a habit by now, they easily flowed off of him, dropping to the bare ground making up the floor. Simultaneously, a gruesome wound revealed itself, going from the top of the shoulder to the top of his bicep.

  From the deep groove, dried blood tainted most of the padding around his arm, Hagyn taking off more of the armor to release his arm to the demon medic.

  Finally, the man moved away from the desk, taking a chair with himself to let Hagyn sit comfortably whilst he worked with the small, curved needle and the thin, taut string attached to it.

  Firstly though, he cleared the wound up, using the ball of water he had conjured in his empty palm. Turning almost fully red, the sphere moved out of their sight, letting the healer immerse himself as he grabbed on the arm with his bare hands.

  Looking away from the sights, the soldier still couldn’t help but grit his teeth, feeling the prickling sensation repeat time after time, together with the string pulling through his flesh like some parasite. Pulling and tying the string at the end of the session, the man with green eyes clenched his jaw, his skin connecting once more.

  Breathing out somewhat hastily, he needed a few respires to calm himself, however, it steadily abated.

  Coming back to the desk, the healer promptly grabbed a bottle with a clear liquid within, swiftly uncorking it with a pop before dripping some of it down on the wound.

  “AAAGHHH!” Hagyn immediately raised his tongue, flinching away and almost dropping from the chair, the stitched wound beginning to foam up.

  “Haa, haa,” again, the breaths faltered. Nonetheless, quickly glancing down at his arm, he saw the blood stop completely, the skin starting to form scabs already.

  Before long, the healer covered the injury with a light bandage, allowing the man to put the padding back on.

  “Thank you,” he muttered out quietly after parting the fabrics again, letting the healer’s voice flow outside more before the next wounded soldier hurriedly stepped inside.

  At the same time, Hagyn carried on with his steps, tossing the broken parts of armor near a certain tent to be mended back into shape whilst taking fresh ones for himself.

  Then, just like his peers, he headed for the food stands.