"Irlanx Xacobus, you seem to have fought well" Loimos marched through scorched earth whilst his little troops remained a distance away, the soil was painted black and the same durability as thin charcoal, the ambient soul energy in a wide area had been completely consumed by flames, marking the area as dead zone until the energy came back and refilled the empty space.
"The word 'well" may a slight overstatement" responded the golden lord, certainly looking much less regal and powerful now that his refined garbs were totally gone, having been burned away, his lower half, including the pelvic bone, were completely gone, alongside the entirety of his left arm up to the shoulder, a good portion of his skull was missing, his magnificent crown, like much of his golden marrow, was melted and even the rest was in a sorry state and darkened by soot.
"You have not lost" responded Loimos.
