"RETREAT!" Haspan's voice tore across the field.

But the crowd turned feral, flying onto the battle ground.

Soldiers, peasants, witches-everyone who had suffered under rogue attacks, harsh rules and understood the truth of Haspan rushed his forces with raw fury.

Haspan's men scattered.

And they were slaughtered.

Spears.

Arrows.

Stones.

No mercy.

Bodies fell like wheat under blades.

Haspan, wild-eyed, fled with only a handful of guards, shoving them aside as he ran.

Baron watched ...