God of slaughter

Back in the capital, Zeke emerged from the forest with a serious expression. He was drenched from the downpour and his white shirt was stained red. His hair was a mess but still looked more imposing than ever.

The two young men waiting by the roadside didn't move from their spot upon seeing their brother, while Zeke just glanced at them, expressionless.

Zeke ran his fingers through his hair as he continued walking. He then halted before them.

"Speak," said Zeke without looking at them. His eyes were directed towards the northern mountains in the far distance.

The prim and proper young man stepped over to him and whispered something in Zeke's ear. What the young man said somewhat changed Zeke's poker face.

"Wait for my instruction" was all Zeke said in response and he disappeared before them.

The two young men just watched him leap away and once he was gone, they sighed.