The slaughter continued. Blood reflected the blazing flames, while weeping and battle cries composed a different kind of melody, recounting the cruelty of war.
The Eaglemen Imperial Court, hollowed out from within, had failed to organize an effective counterattack at the first opportunity, sealing its miserable fate.
The quick-witted Eaglemen had already taken advantage of the chaos to break out and flee.
Although Hudson's group were all experts, they were simply too few in number to stop every Eagleman, so they let them escape.
Once the precedent of fleeing had been set, it could no longer be contained. Realizing victory was hopeless, more and more Eaglemen joined the fleeing ranks, leaving only a group of Eagleman higher-ups roaring where they stood.
Their furious roars did not last long. Standing out always came at a price. The more wildly they made trouble, the faster they died.
The Eagleman experts remaining behind at the Imperial Court launched several attempts to block them, but the gap in strength between the two sides was simply too great. In barely a single exchange, they had already suffered devastating losses.
The Eaglemen had limited population numbers, so naturally they did not produce many experts, and those few were scattered across various regions.
The one-sided battle quickly shattered the Eaglemen's psychological defenses. One after another, they fled desperately, unable even to care about their families.
The more they fled, the more efficient the killing became. Turning one's back on the enemy on a battlefield was the gravest mistake.
Racial wars were cruel. No one showed mercy to foreign races. Only dead Eaglemen were good Eaglemen.
The night's slaughter seemed to shake the heavens. A blood moon slowly rose, pushing the desolate atmosphere to its peak.
Second by second, the battle gradually entered its final stages, and the