A Little Humility

The War God remained far in the back, watching the battle unfold upon the hilltop. His crescent-shaped formation was beginning to converge toward the fighters they had come across and now looked closer to enveloping the entire group.

Like a slow clap, he was going to squash these men as though they were mosquitoes. At least, that was the hope.

A report came, telling him that his men had killed the enemy battle master, but the ongoing onslaught proved that to be false.

'He's learned to hide himself quite well,' the War God thought. 'These men are failing to figure out which of these shadows is the true master in control.'

The War God wasn't angry about this, but rather happy. The war this time around was going better than he had expected, so this could help him put on quite a show for the audience.

Still, there was one thing that kept him wondering.