One ogre after another fell down lifelessly, all suffocated to death by Mara. Torg, on the other hand, was wreaking havoc across the battlefield; after taking care of the shamans, he left to help all the soldiers and squash and impale all kinds of monsters.
As death cries came from all over the battlefield, Luan was fighting with multiple trolls. Phasing through their punches, he kept cutting their bodies into pieces with his axes, but their regeneration powers were seriously amazing.
Only after cutting off their heads would they finally die, so after he had cut every last one's head off, he took a seat on one of their bodies, catching his breath. He was starting to feel the limits of his spirit power and how long he could stay merged with Vira.
"Damn, that was intense," he muttered, as the two axes vanished and Vira appeared in front of him, rubbing her cheeks against Luan's.
"Yea, you did great," he said, patting her head.
