Swords would have clashed. Worlds would have collided. Many would have lost their lives. The entire day would have given up in history as a 'Deathly Clash and Win'. Many could have happened. Had it not been for the sudden arrival of the worst person possible.
Not a cliche of arrival, but a simple call.
A call to the entire army he had put forward.
The device remained frozen on his ear, as he listened intently. Not for a second even, he could share a glance with his lover. With the boy, he was asked to kill.
/Let go of it, Xanthus. We need them alive anyway. Don't injure them or else their lawyer might fight against with that/
Cut!
The call had ended in a buzz of the wind. Xanthus rushed his eyes to the upfront to meet the gaze. The big hefty soldier whom he had seen cut heads when h
