AT WAR

Centuries ago,

The least battered man had two stab wounds and the most was being torn apart by vultures at the time.

No one was unscathed, and even Kamaz’s healing abilities were beginning to wane, though he still carried the battle.

Crazed or possessed, his desire to see the end of the war grew stronger with every passing moment he was away from Zelda.

His hand would mostly subconsciously give a twirl to the wedding band around his wrist, and sometimes, when the band rides upward in his arm, he would frantically pull it downwards. It was a constant that kept his mind in one piece.

There were countless times when someone was close to cutting it off his wrist during battle and he always ensured to end that person in a more guttural manner than others.

The past four months have been restless.