The Grim Loop Of Destiny - Chapter 13: Rage.

... open field, now nothing but a graveyard of mutilated corpses and shattered weapons. The air was thick with the stench of burnt flesh and iron, the land soaked in crimson.Amidst the sea of death, Veythor stood—a lone figure wrapped in blood, both his own and that of his enemies. His body was battered, his wounds deep, yet he remained standing. His breathing was slow, steady. Pain clung to him like a second skin, but he did not falter. He licked his cracked lips, a smirk creeping onto his face.He ...