His mind raced, thinking what his next move was going to be. After a few seconds of consideration, his eyes narrowed.
"What about Eldros?" he asked, worry evident in his voice. Even if the man was strong, he was a human at the end of the day. After battling for so long against seemingly endless waves of enemies, he must be close to exhaustion.
"He is fine," Midnight reassured him, pointing with her finger in the distance.
Following her gesture, Zaroth saw that Eldros was resting with his legs crossed one over the other.
Thanks to Midnight's numerous minions battling against the Crimson Sun forces, he didn't need to fight anymore.
Their numbers had been thinned down a little, and if one also took into account the mystical battle that was happening between the two beasts and the sudden arrival of the Graveborn undead army trying to conquer the capital of the Crimson Sun Empire, their morale had plummeted, making them not that much of a threat anymore.
