Replacement

The sound of the silver swords clattering against the ground of the military camp site echoed in Julius's ears, yet in his vision, it was no longer still. The blade trembled violently before floating into the air. 

A low hum pierced the silence, and Julius's darkened eyes stared vengefully at the enemy before him. His voice, sharp and filled with wrath, rang out: "Silver Cross!"

All the swords spread across the military campsite rose higher, and then in a split second came the screams—agonized cries of soldiers echoing through the military camp. Chaos erupted in his mind. Blood splattered across the ground, and the scent of iron filled the air.

Julius's eyes snapped open. His chest heaved as he shot upright in his bed. His heart pounded in his ears, and his breaths came short and fast. For a moment, he didn't know where he was.