The Double Shadow Poison

Drusus POV

It was that monster, war, which just went and gnawed on the last morsel of Ghysem and the Southern Pack, oozing into all crevices, not leaving any single corner untouched. War—with scalding hot breath that charred everything to ruin, lives left shattered in its wake. I fought up front: my sword cleaving through chaos, my heart burning with ever greater resolve. The weight of my armor crushed upon my shoulders; heavier upon my soul was the weight of leadership.

The whole thing blended into one fussy memory of the last days: the screams of the fallen, clashing steel upon steel, the hefty stench of death in the air. I remember vividly when we fought above the underground shelter, where our forces clashed with the Army of the Southern Pack that had settled there.

Where its waters ran red from the blood, now churned and raged as a deathly torrent; heavy in iron and decay, playing an eternal macabre symphony inside my head.

I remember, as distinctly as if it happened yesterday, h