The battlefield was soaked in blood. Screams echoed in the distance, mixing with the clash of swords and the roar of beasts.
Kael stood on top of a mountain of corpses. His armor was broken in places,while his sword was covered in dark blood.
The wind blew across the wasteland, carrying the heavy smell of death. Around him, the world was silent except for the crackle of burning ground.
Below him, Martina and Roosevelt stood among the wounded soldiers. They looked up at Kael's figure with wide, tired eyes.
He stood there like a statue of God of war as his body unmoving, his aura so strong that it almost crushed the air. The blood-red light reflected off his sword made him look more like a demon than a man.
After a moment Kael moved, shaking his sword and sheathed it while throwing a cigar to his lips.
"Somone bring me matchstick.."
"H..Hum..Yes…"
Following Kael calls,countless soldiers flicked to lit up his cigar.
