The moon was shining brightly, blood was flying over the battlefield and soldiers were dying endlessly.
King Grok has taken his royal sword in his hands but before he could've unsheathed it, a loud sound was heard from above the battlefield.
*Cawwwww*
Everyone looked above and noticed a big three eyed raven flying high in the sky, covering the moon with it's wings and riding above it, was it's owner.
A man wearing a steel plated mask on his face, he was wearing normal cloths, white shirt, Black pants and black coat but the environment around him was different.
He didn't seemed neither like a foe nor like an enemy. He wasn't emitting any bloodlust.
The raven was moving towards the human front lines.
"What is that ?" Grok asked Derein.
"Don't know but i don't think he is from their side and even if he is from their side, he is coming here to talk, i think." Derein answered.
"Well, let's see what-"
*Thump-Thump*