An Explanation

King Ares POV

Perched on the throne, I assessed the wreckage of the day’s events or the remnants of it. The once glorious chamber of command had now taken the gruesome toll of Lords Farkun and Matthews, whose lifeless bodies were there on the floor. The room was increasingly filled with blood smell and a distant war cry of anguish.

I focus on the man who is the only person to survive the failed mission. He remained solemnly still at the sidelines. He was a man who fought to the ground—his cloak and outfit were ragged, dirty with blood and the fabric was stained, the sword which he wielded was once shiny and clean now worn down from usage.

His face was thin and had deep lines of tiredness and stress indicating a terrible time that he had gone through. His eyes still showed the results of his hardships yet he had the look of a brave man determined to battle on. I knew he normally stood erect, but he was a little slumped at the moment, the tiredness that had him in its grip notwithstandi