Horizon stood atop a pile of green corpses. The scene surrounding him could only be described as chaos. Fires raged on, building crumbled as they were turned to ash. The sickly stench of burnt flesh and wood formed a horrid mix.
Surrounding him, humanoid machines knelt before him. Their weapons still drawn, oozing with thick blood. Their visors shone red, the same as their master, as they awaited their return.
Horizon stood atop the pile, gazing at a certain orc's head embedded on one of his tendrils. He never understood organics. Instead of preserving one's own life, they choose to sacrifice themselves to ensure another can live another day.
