They say the energy of the world is cyclic.
It is ever changing and manifesting in different forms, at different times, all at once and everywhere.
Such a saying was true and redundant at the same time.
The skies had grown weary of the battle just like the beings fighting beneath it.
The ground had become too saturated to soak up any more blood.
Staring at the field of slaughter from all the way back at the crimson edge of the horizon, Nockt had a rather dark expression on his face.
In reality, he would have preferred it if things didn't go this way.
After all, no one wanted to be called and branded a traitor or a two-timer.
However at the end of the day, what had to be done, had to be done, regardless of the methods employed.
The army standing behind him was strong. Dravok's force, albeit small, insisted of rather battle hardy men that had fought hard and rough since the inception of chaos and calamity into this planet.
