The Genesis of the Dead
'What is my purpose?' He thought as he gazed at the carnage that surrounded him. With every step he takes countless perish, with every action countless mourn. Behind him legions so vast they cover the horizon and blot out the heavens. His soldiers, servants, friends, children. 'That's right.' He remembered with a tinge of melancholy, 'This is my purpose.' Author's note: High fantasy setting, with a heavy emphasis on action, army tactics, political schemes and world building. No harem and very little romance.
Chapter 58
Asha was in her familiar training yard, practicing her spear thrust under the scrutinizing gaze of Zoran. His watchful eyes followed her every move, unrelenting and calculating, making her keenly aware of even the smallest imperfections in her stance. The sun blazed overhead, its intensity magnifying her exhaustion as sweat poured down her petite frame, soaking her tunic and stinging her eyes. Each movement of her arms grew heavier, her muscles burning with the effort. Despite her fatigue, she pressed on, her focus unwavering, though the setting sun seemed to hasten its descent, casting long shadows over the yard.