The act was simple on paper, but every warrior knew that survival was the first and foremost instinct of those who stepped on the battlefield. Handling that much power and dealing such a precise blow required a focus that only someone with a clear mind could muster.

On top of that, the soldiers didn’t miss that even the way the nameless warrior had died mattered. His pack members had shed their blood for him during his final journey, and now his blood covered them all.

Monsters, humans, elves, and undead carried his remains and had been entrusted by the dead Hati with his will to fight.

’What a noble race.’The elves thought while nocking three arrows at a time and preparing a combination of spells.

’I can’t believe that if I get to return home alive, I’ll owe it to a monster.’The humans thought, raising their wands.

’I accept your warrior will, Hati.’The undead thought while absorbing whatever life force was left in the corpse’s fragments despite its disgusting taste.’Become a part of me and fight by my side until our essences are consumed.’ As for the Wargs and Hatis, they received more than blood and guts.

They shared the nameless warrior’s fear, pain, and regret for everything he would never experience. They accepted everything he had been and would never be with open arms, howling in grief and fury as they fell into a berserker rage.