"Who should we send into battle, according to your counsel?" The Light God Emperor's authoritative voice echoed in everyone's ears. He sat upright on the throne, his expression calm, untroubled by sorrow or pleasure, making it difficult to glean his thoughts. His deep-set eyes, in particular, appeared like a black hole ready to swallow everything in sight.
The ministers started whispering amongst themselves, a flurry of discussions ensuing.
"Your Majesty, I volunteer to fight!"
A general clad in silver armor, hulking and tall like an iron tower, stepped forward, his voice booming as he announced himself.
A thick battle intent emanated from him, filling the air with a strong scent of blood, dyeing the Void red and significantly dropping the temperature in the grand hall.
It was hard to imagine how many lives one had to take to cultivate such intense killing intent.
Sounds of frantic swallowing echoed through the grand hall.