130 Ki Rejuvenation

A well armored Jarkales soldier gallantly paced over to a set of black burned trees and took a deep breath in anticipation of the large upcoming battle. He had on a white cape with a pair of black glasses tucked underneath his brown hair. The soldier felt unbelievably relieved that tomorrow was the day his nation would clash with the Horned stronghold. He'd always had a strange craving for bloodshed on the night before a day of carnage, and he felt an intense craving for the hunt and the thrill it provided.