Hampi, Vijayanagara Empire.
The morning sun rose high in the sky. The sky was clear as day. A warm glow fell on the battlefield. The seventh day of the battle was about to begin. Both armies were marching to the corpse-ridden battlefield.
Skeletal figures could be seen on the battlefield. The vultures and ravens consumed many of the decomposed bodies of the dead. Bhairava, as usual, donned his armor and sword while riding his horse.
The air of authority loomed over him. The man still held a confident gaze and looked over at the first prince's army.
Chandra sneered at the appearance of Bhairava.
"This persistent bastard!!. Why doesn't he just die?"
He smirked slightly, looking at Nakul standing close to him.
'Well, I don't have to do any work,' he thought.