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
Exillion twisted his head slightly
out of fleeting curiosity. He was ready.