The Desert’s Embrace

As the figure, spear shouldered, strode toward him, Ethan's mind echoed with something he had read, words once spoken by a famous historical General from ancient times.

A man, a spear, a steed—dominating the battlefield. Breaking through enemy lines, relying solely on unwavering loyalty.

A commander's duty: to serve with utmost devotion. Alone, spear in hand, he cuts through the siege, his fierce spirit chilling the enemy's heart.

Where does the soul return? He asks the heavens, two, three times.

Though he had no steed, nor was he a general, that aura—that presence—reminded him of a man unyielding against a thousand foes.

Ethan stood there, stunned.