A crossing breeze made it self known within this hellish storm of flames and rotted flesh. A fine afternoon turned to nightmare, a whisper of heavy darkness descended upon the city. The very air was so heavy of smoke; many suffocated and fell to the death herself. Delirium was like a plague within the city of battle, filling it with battle cries, of war and power. Power beyond any mortal can comprehend, power of the soul and battle rippled like an endless tide of eternity.
A solitary figure could be seen, standing amongst its own stretch of some battle field. Like a towering figure stood atop his thrown victory, another gentle breeze made its way known. Long brown hair could be flailed with every breeze; his eyes of calm could be seen past his curtain of hair. His eyes that sends the chills of only a warrior. True, even within battle hardened souls still fighting within the goddamned city, they come to him like an invisible calling. A challenge. He heaved a heavy sigh as he stepped forward, ignoring the thousands of dead warriors around him.
Exillion twisted his head slightly out of fleeting curiosity. He was ready.