Valen’s Past (5)
The first rays of sunlight pierced through the remnants of a heavy downpour, casting a bleak glow over the battlefield. Water, blood, and flesh had merged into a grim mixture of despair, thousands of mutilated bodies littering the forest floor.
Ulysses, the king, watched the unfolding battle with cold, calculating eyes, remaining motionless. He knew that the moment he struck, the opposing Demigod would react; the first to make a move would tip the scales and risk falling into a disadvantage.
Behind him, the human general approached swiftly, urgency in his steps.
"My king, our troops are faltering; if this continues, we'll face complete annihilation," the general said, dropping to one knee in deference.
The king's reply was cold, yet his eyes betrayed a sorrowful fury over the lives already lost. "I'm aware. Aldrian and Valen will arrive shortly. I'll step in myself if the tide hasn't turned by then."