The gray sky looked like a heavy cloak over the burned province. Ruins smoked, the smell of blood and wet earth mingled to the distant sound of steel shocking.
At the top of a hill, a figure stood out. Kauã Valdhar, with his matte black armor and ardent eyes like embers, watched the battlefield with divine coldness.
Around fifty mercenaries formed their personal guard, silent and ready for order. He knew that he did not fight for glory or kingdoms, but for something greater: the primordial chaos that fed his power.
When the enemy column advanced, underestimating what he faced, Kauã smiled.
- "Let's show what the storm means before the silence." His voice echoed, cutting the air.
Like hungry wolves, his men advanced, and Kauã launched himself ahead. Each blow it drew was like the thunder of forgotten ages, every impact a symphony of destruction. His living lava aura grew, and with every falling body, his power increased.
At the end of the day, the field was silent - a sea of horror bodies and echoes. Kauã remained standing, his breath firmly, the inner flame growing up. He was neither hero nor villain - it was the beginning and the end of the war
The gray sky looked like a heavy cloak over the burned province. Ruins smoked, the smell of blood and wet earth mingled to the distant sound of steel shocking.
At the top of a hill, a figure stood out. Kauã Valdhar, with his matte black armor and ardent eyes like embers, watched the battlefield with divine coldness.
Around fifty mercenaries formed their personal guard, silent and ready for order. He knew that he did not fight for glory or kingdoms, but for something greater: the primordial chaos that fed his power.
When the enemy column advanced, underestimating what he faced, Kauã smiled.
- "Let's show what the storm means before the silence." His voice echoed, cutting the air.
Like hungry wolves, his men advanced, and Kauã launched himself ahead. Each blow it drew was like the thunder of forgotten ages, every impact a symphony of destruction. His living lava aura grew, and with every falling body, his power increased.
At the end of the day, the field was silent - a sea of horror bodies and echoes. Kauã remained standing, his breath firmly, the inner flame growing up. He was neither hero nor villain - it was the beginning and the end of the war