Without the Dark Sky Curtain and the tide of blood, the members of the Blood Race saw things were turning against them and immediately tried to flee.
But no matter how fast they were, they couldn't outrun the sun.
Under the brilliant rays of the sun, the vast majority of the Blood Race turned to piles of ash.
A small, lucky few managed to hide in shaded spots before the sun's rays could reach them.
The thralls, on the other hand, were thrown into disarray by this sudden turn of events, completely at a loss.
The Blood Race faction, which had previously held the upper hand, had its mid-to-high-level members almost entirely wiped out. Only the thralls, who served as soldiers and cannon fodder, remained, mired in chaos.
The Church's faction, however, was advancing triumphantly. They had turned the tables in an instant and were now mowing down their enemies.
Spare those who surrender? Impossible. These thralls were all humans from the Wallachia Kingdom.
