'War is just a fleeting memory, the bloodshed, the sight of your comrades dying over and over, until you're immune, it all begins to blur together eventually…' Zelr stood on the front lines, his blade pointed to a dark sky that shrouded over them, the heavy winds blowing past their garments, the chilling cold the only thing left to embrace them.
They watched across the fields, watching as the other side approached. Zelr raising his weapon to the sky where everyone soon followed. Releasing a might cry to the heavens as they charged in a stampeding rage. The ground cried beneath them until they collided.
'I envy them, dying on the field of battle,'
The sun peeked through as the clouds dispersed, its golden rays shining on the survivors, Zelr sat on the body of his victim, his eyes half lidded, eyes of zero effort. The blood of his enemies splattered across his body.
