Shaman

Ever since Azheba had come to the Royal Court nine years ago and joined the Court Attendants Army, he had never felt this good. Bending the bow, nocking the arrow, loosing the strings; for a series of actions that couldn't be simpler, he always found something to improve and reduce unnecessary movements from, making it even simpler.

After many repeated failures such as the mutiny, election, and so on, Azheba had finally found his previously lost self-confidence in the battlefield.

'I'm not fit for intrigue and conspiracy,' he thought to himself.

The storm-like cheers died down, and the troops on both sides retreated while spreading out in many directions. It was a sign that their enemies had arrived.

Azheba looked into the distance and noticed that a black outline had appeared on the horizon. As he watched, it grew thicker and thicker, until a thin line separated itself out from the horizon and began to squirm toward the battlefield.