Chapter 51: Zelr
’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.
’To feel the thrill of death creeping up on you, whispering in your ear... I envy them.’ He got up with a soft grunt, his gaze to the sky that had cleared. ’I knew nothing of loss, nor do i know of satisfaction—’
He raised his leg, his teeth gritting in rage as he stomped on the corpse of his dead enemy, his heel driven into his face, over and over, and over again.
’Why,’ He thought, with each strike of his heel, morphing the warrior’s face into a bloody mess, soft splatter sounds spilling at each hit. It’s jaw dislocating under his heel, jaw completely shattered and draining blood into the lush grass stained with crimson.
’Why?’
splat