My Time
As the cries and roars of men fiercely battling each other sounded over the battlefield, the smell of blood and incinerated flesh perfusing the air with its stench, a silent Blake calmly walked through the chaos and madness.
With his hands in his pocket and his right gripping onto another dark dagger, Blake walked through the battlefield like a ghost, his presence undiscovered by anyone as he kept away from the excessively chaotic areas especially those occupied by powerhouses who seemed to breathe out destruction.
It had been several minutes since the reinforcements from the rift came out and by this time, the supposedly righteous army had been well slimmed down, Blake already able to make out several 2 v 1 situations.
"Soon their sufferings will be ended," Blake muttered a novel feeling within him.