Humans devouring each other, killing until their flesh rips from their bodies—fighting to the death.
Creatures tearing apart the battlefield, all to make one thing certain: death. And for what? All of this… done by humans.
People killing each other with swords and spears. Corpses lying with blades stuck in their chests. Bloody heads impaled on spears.
Heavy rain falls. The air thick with darkness and despair.
A man rides a horse toward the camp.
He dismounts and heads toward the command tent.
As he enters—
"They've breached the gates, Master," says the commander.
"Did they?" he replies, his voice deep, a dark aura radiating around him.
"Retreat. Pull the soldiers out of the battlefield. I'll take care of them myself."
While he spoke those words—
Horses neighed and snorted.
"We've breached their gates and killed all their soldiers," said a soldier.
"Yet, as you commanded, we left one alive… to tell his master."
"Good. Now gather the army. Prepare to fight."
"As you wish, my King."
But before the words could settle, a spear pierced the commander's head. The king turned—and for the first time—felt true fear.
Thunder cracked. Rain poured in sheets. The ground trembled.
Out of the mist came the man with the dark aura, his twin swords glowing with deadly power.
A true warrior—one blow, and an entire squad fell. So strong, the rain itself seemed to stop for a second.
"So… you've come," said the king.
"Of course I have," replied the warrior. "I am not one of those cowards who watch from afar.
All I ever wanted… was a duel with you, oh 'Highly Crowned King.'"
"The Great Power of Thoms…" the king whispered.
"Don't speak of that!" roared the king, flames swirling around him. "I'll burn you to ashes!"
"What a terrible stench you emit," said the dark warrior with a smirk.
The king dismounted, raising his blade toward the dark man.
"I will never let you pass through to Thoms!" he shouted.
He lunged. Their blades clashed.
But in an instant, the king felt… nothing.
His head rolled to the ground.
His corpse stood for a moment longer before collapsing—chest torn open, blood gushing from the deep gashes left by the dark man's twin blades.
The soldiers around trembled in terror, frozen by the sheer brutality of what they had just witnessed.
The dark warrior, smiling, slaughtered the remaining soldiers.
Corpses screamed in agony, burning endlessly in pain and fire.
"I have killed the Great Power of Thoms," he declared.
"Now, only one remains… the Norm. If he dares get in my way, I'll crush him too—and awaken my master, the Great Shadow."
And with that, he walked toward his army—never uttering his master's name.