He watched the conflict from one of the trees a few hundred metres away from the camp. In the beginning, the orcs were still looking for him, as he had disappeared in the middle of their chase. However, with the appearance of the captain, she managed to convince them that she was just as much of a threat as he was.
Obviously, Agnes did not plan on finishing them completely. She began fast, but as the fight continued and others joined, she slowed down, getting further and further apart from her crew.
He saw Marcus on one side with the prince, reminding him of the thing May had asked him. Sadly, he did not think it was a good idea to smack the guy in the face in the middle of a fight.
Obviously, the rankers did not stand a good chance of finishing off the forsaken. Although the warden had dealt with a good number of them, many of their numbers still stood proud to terrorise all the rankers who had their essence suppressed and infected.
They had already erected the wards, though not the final version of it. It had an entrance to it, as many of the rankers who were outside were running through the numbers of the forsaken to get to safety inside the barrier.
Agnes had slipped off when they were busy fending off the foes. He had his attention on her figure the whole time, so even after she put her veil on, it wasn't difficult for him to keep hold of her figure.
She was standing not far away from the conflict when he came down to stand next to her. Agnes jerked at the first sign of his presence approaching her but relaxed after finding it was only him.
"Let's make sure they are safe before we move on," she said. Before he gave a reply to her, she shot one of her blades of darkness in the direction of a soldier who had a hard time keeping up with the orc he was fighting. Her blade bit into the ankle of the orc, causing it to lose its balance, making it easier for the soldier to deal a serious blow to its head.
He didn't notice anything amiss, probably high with adrenaline running through his system.
"You did good," Agnes said, as she multitasked with helping her soldiers. "A little better than I hoped. The plan would have worked with even half of the numbers."
He winced. Then he heard screams of someone calling her name. He caught sight of Caleb and the brother-sister duo in the crowd; they were doing better than the average soldiers. Unfortunately, most of their attention was spent on finding their captain.
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"Ghosts?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, physical attacks don't work on them," she said. "Most essence abilities are lacklustre against them. You only have your intent to fight them off. I have learned it's best to overwhelm them with intent in the beginning and frighten them off. If the fight drags on, you're at a hell of a disadvantage."
"I see," he said. "How long do you think the rest of the rankers will take to deal with the remaining forsaken?"
"A couple of days at the very least," she said without thinking. "Hmm, I'd say the forsaken would roll away from the camp after getting nothing out of them. There seemed to be a sole leader who was moving the forsaken like his chess pieces. The forsaken hadn't acted rashly in any of the battles we had."
"Yeah, I cannot promise they would act just like before," he said.
Agnes turned to him, her eyes meeting his, as though asking what it was.
"I may have killed their leader to get all their aggression."
"What about the rest of their numbers?"
He laughed and waved it off.
"You finished them off... there were hundreds of them..." Agnes slowed down unwittingly. "So you're telling me, there was nothing but those dozens of forsaken restricting the path of the prince?"
"Hey, you forgot about the ghosts..."