A century later
Bodies of horse and men were scattered across the battlefield, flags flying in the winds. The day began with ferocity and ended in the howl of the winds and the flow of blood. What was once hundred of thousands participants were reduced to mere thousands of survivors.
"So, this is it," Cyncynnatys said, looking at the king that was beheaded by one of his men. He didn't know who did the honor of killing of him, not whether he was a commonborn or of noble birth, dead or not. Ultimately he cared not. The social status of a person was less important than the deed. He will make sure to commemorate the unknown soldier later.
Ultimately, the Ymaryn came close to annihilation, but the horde was finally stopped.
He turned back to his men. "This isn't over. Rest, because tomorrow we will march. The eastern cities never turned their backs on us, but they paid a heavy price for their loyalty. We will search for survivors."