Astera

Under gray skies, the plain finally fell silent.

The bodies of the king and the marquis were growing cold.

A silent stage from which every commander had vanished.

Kaelan wiped his blood-soaked sword on a corpse's cloak.

“It was a beautiful ensemble.”

He muttered as he slowly looked around.

The bloodstained earth. The fallen corpses. The burning flags.

“But even the greatest masterpiece must come to an end.”

The tedious war game was over, and Kaelan had no intention of cleaning up this ruined canvas.

He immediately surveyed the canvas...