It took the two of them more than half an hour to finish off every Yan State soldier in the camp. Not one escaped, and not a single woman was accidentally hurt.
The women either thought they had encountered ghosts or believed their emotional collapse had driven them mad, making them hallucinate these unreal sights and impossible sounds.
Yet the appearance of the two men made it clear that none of this was a dream. They had escaped the clutches of devils.
Some women wept, including the fullest-figured Viking women, who stood nearly two meters tall. Their brown eyes, always so boundlessly resolute, now dissolved like mud splashed apart.
The two men did not linger. After a few brief words, they moved from tent to tent. When the women inside saw them, their faces no longer held that initial surprise and disbelief, but profound hope, as though they were looking at two suns bright enough to dispel the black mist that had sunk into their hearts.
"Stay here for now. Don't wander around. There are still some men left for us to deal with." Leaving them with those final words, the two slipped into the darkness and headed toward the military camp they had come from, leaving over a hundred women so overwhelmed with emotion that they forgot to breathe.
A military camp late at night should have been cold, austere, and bristling with menace. Yet not a single patrolling soldier could be seen anywhere in this encampment.
They seemed to patrol and inspect the grounds only during the early part of the night. Around midnight and afterward, such duties were completely forgotten, replaced by sleep and pleasure-seeking.
The more than six hundred soldiers here slept deeply. Their snores croaked like frogs in rural fields at night, grating on the