Clash Of Brothers

The battlefield stretched vast under a cloud covered sky, the air charged with tension and the scent of rain. The two armies faced each other across a field churned to mud by the boots of countless soldiers. Valeria's banners, golden and proud, rippled in the wind, a stark contrast to Lucan's dark sigils that seemed to drink in the light.

Azrael rode at the forefront of his army with Sevastian and Rohan a few inches behind him, he rode a black horse as imposing as its rider. In one hand, he held the reins, in the other, the legendary sword Aagis, its blade shimmering faintly as if alive with power. His expression was calm but cold, his piercing gaze fixed on the enemy lines.