Axel||
The battlefield was strewn with the remnants of a hard-fought victory.
Bodies lay scattered, both friend and foe, while the clang of metal and the smell of blood lingered in the air. The chantings of my name echoed around me, a cacophony of triumph that felt hollow in my ears.
Everything and everyone became a blur, their voices distant and muffled.
I stood amidst the c*****e, my sword slick with blood, but satisfaction eluded me. This battle was nothing more than a temporary reprieve, a way to drown out the things gnawing at my mind.
"Lord Axel, we have secured Marius," a soldier reported, snapping me back to the present. "He is chained and locked up in the underground dungeon."
I nodded absentmindedly. "Good work," I said, though the words felt empty.
The capture of Marius,
