Season3 Runaway Breeder of the Dark King

Fire. Smoke. Howls of desperation.

Thousands of bodies were under me, and I could sense no hope in the air.

And there he was, standing on top of the pile of corpses, coated in blood.

His body was as still as a statue; his face was emotionless, almost no different than those of the dead on the ground below him.

Then he saw me.

I watched light gather in his dark eyes and life seemed to return ...