The remaining Swamp Sisters did not flee. They fought to the last.
Even after their leading Cleric was cleaved in half, their defensive line shattered, and they were attacked from both front and rear, the bloated guards kept swinging their cleavers and crying out the Ancient Eye's divine name until every last one was killed.
After the battle, a nauseating stench of blood filled the underground circular hall.
Several Mercenaries threw away the rotten Ring Mail they had just stripped from the bodies, disgust written across their faces. The pus seeping from the Swamp Sisters had soaked the rings until they were soft and blackened, leaving the armor utterly unusable.
The Iron Price Mercenaries cursed under their breath, their voices steeped in dejection.
The sudden battle had inflicted devastating losses on the Iron Price mercenary company. Renato made a rough count; they had lost almost half their number.
Eleven had died on the spot, and nine were seriously wounded. Some of the badly wounded Mercenaries had lost arms; others had been stabbed through the abdomen...
In a place like the Gray Zone, being seriously wounded was little different from being dead. No medical resources would be spared for commoners, and no one would care for the disabled through old age and death.
Almost all the remaining Mercenaries were wounded as well. Some had lost half an ear; others had gashes across their faces deep enough to expose bone.
For now, they could only give their wounds rudimentary treatment with the bandages and Healing Potions they carried. The severe casualties had plunged morale throughout the hall to rock bottom.
If Renato had not slain Ghaunadaur's Cleric at the very start of the battle, throwing the Swamp Sisters' entire formation out of position, he was certain these Mercenaries would have been slaughtered