Nikolai

The battlefield was chaos.

Fire and shadow, blood and steel, the screams of the dying and the roar of the living. It was everything I had prepared for, everything I had feared, and I stood at the center of it, my sword in my hand, my heart pounding with a fury that had been building for weeks. The air was thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood, and the ground beneath my feet was slick with the remains of those who had fallen. The sky above was a churning gray, as if even the ...