Everything went silent once again, and it seemed as if time had stopped.
Everything was quiet except for the faint hisses of the Night Serpent.
The Dark Lord, dressed in all black, walked slowly, gracefully, and majestically in the middle of the field. His robes trailed behind him, as if they had their own independent minds. A sinister aura radiated off his body, sending shivers down anyone's spine.
Everyone held their breaths while staring at him in awe.
The Dark Lord stopped walking for a second. He surveyed the battlefield. His piercing gaze pierced the hearts of every man there.
Then, a flash of lightning broke through the sky. An enormous bolt of lightning crashed onto a tree several hundred meters away from where everyone was.
Rhys watched, mesmerized, as the tree burst into flames. Its bark charred to nothing but ashes.
All around him men were cowering in fear, hiding behind each other in order to avoid getting burnt.
In fact, they were all terrified.
