Earth: Zar

"Master, every step has been checked in the mountain and villagers have been enslaved and the rest forces are waiting outside the temple, ready to march on your order", said Felan.

Zar was sitting on his wooden chair gazing towards his dark obsidian sword which was placed over his table.

"Felan, prepare the troops."

"Aye!, Master"

Felan bowed down and disappeared into the darkness.

Zar was still sitting silently on his chair, he can hear the voices of the people being dumped inside cages, women sobbing and screaming their hearts out but all these things had become peculiar for him, his gaze was still focused on the edges of his sword that haven't shown a single layer of blunt in ages. He moved his fingers over blade edges and his index finger starts to bleeding, he was watching his own wound stitching itself, blood drying over his skin and within seconds his finger was healed. He was still determined to gather all of it, all the power that was hidden there.

Zar stood from his chair, picked his sword and walked out of his tent, the familiar air from the mountain struck him with a wave and his every step was followed by silence women scream became silent with the sight of the general, a general whose folklore they have heard for decades, his dark black armour veil was flowing and silence was flowing with it.

Zar signalled his stableman to bring his horse; he climbed the horse, "Call Felan".

Felan emerged with an army of riders on horseback, "We're ready master, awaiting your orders".

Zar sight was focused on the tallest peak among all mountains, beyond which lies the temple where everything was snatched from him.

He kicked his horse and the soldiers started creaming together behind Zar; their armour clinging with every step their horse take.

With every second anger inside Zar was brewing, so thick that this was the only thought that he can fathom, it feels like his body was on fire, feeling of ants crawling over his skin; he can hear his sword roaring like it understand its master craving to wield it again.

Rotting corpses were trashed in heaps around both corner of the road, limbs withered and soil soaked in blood; horses were jumping over the heads of villagers who had been butchered a day before. Vultures and hawks were swirling over their head to get back to the feast, and as the dawn was closing by the howls from wolves and hyenas was getting closer.

The sun has almost set; Zar was standing in front of the cave, his army stood behind him almost every soldier was without any expression; like Zar has raised an army of powerful corpses who only knew how to follow orders.

"Remember this, we are here to take something that belong to us, glory that's only entitled to us Eldians."

"There's only this temple which stands between the glory and us", shouted Zar.

"Aye! Sir", soldiers shouted in affirmation.

"For King Fritz!"

"For Tyr", shouted Zar.

"Tyr!" "Tyr!" "Tyr!" shouted troops.