After hours of fighting this is the first brief break for both of them. They still can not see their armys thanks to the sandstorm. Neithertheless both of them know the current situation more or less, as the smell of blood lingering in the air and the sound of battle became quieter which means that a lot of people must have died by now.
As they are looking at each other they realise that they both have the same kind of spark in their eyes. It is one filled with anger and hatred. But surprisingly not towards each other. It was a hatred towards oneself. What use is this power of mine if I can not even stop something as pointless as this war to happen? Why am I so weak? Was there no other way? As the commender it is my responsibility to protect everyone who is looking up to me. Not only the civilians but the soldier following me aswell. I know that going against the kings will would mean my death. But why do I just now realise that this would still be better than this? At least I could have died with honor! I guess I was to ignorant. I waited to the very end that the king would rethink this order of his. It was my fault. I would not have minded giving my live to protect my country where i was raised and experieced so many wonderful things. But right now I am only an chess pieces with no free will of my own. At that moment I only want to stop this so called war. I truly never felt so powerless before. At that moment the two commanders felt some mind of kinship even though they were trying to kill each other a moment before with all their might. As if the other person was the only one who could understand ones strugle.
"Let´s end this." said the beast user named mike.
"You are right. This has already lasted way to long." answered the speerman named Richard.
At that moment both of them got enveloped by a power that was hidden deep within them. A power that even surprised them as they had no idea that something so strong was dwelling inside them. It felt as if some kind of wall inside of them broke down that was hindering them from getting stronger. A wall that they were trying to break for ages. As both of them felt as they have grasped all of the power there was a moment of silence before they attacked with all of their might. The clash was so strong that the moment they clasher everything around them got pushed back. For a moment it seemed as if they were the centre of the universe and that everythning else was circlening around them. Surprinsingly enough it was even strong enough to blast the sandstorm away. It just dissolved as if it was never there. The soldiers were a bit luckier as they kept a distance to the commanders and only lost their footing. It was the first time from the beginning of the battle that everyone could see the tragedy that happened here. More than half of each side died in a matter of hours. And the commanders who were fighting so fiercely are lying all in blood next to one another. It seems as they had used some kind of beserker skill as they appear to be internal injuries and external ones. But what surprised the soldiers the most were the smiles that they could see on both commanders faces. It was a warm smile that you should not see on a battlefield that was lingering with bloodlust just a minute before. For some reason thouse smiles were able to envelop one with warmth. At that moment nobody wanted to fight anymore. The commanders are death. With nobody to command there was no reason to fight anymore. Well. There was no real reason to fight from the beginning. But that is not important anymore. What is important is that the nightmare ended. At least for now.
Afterward the soldiers collected the death ones inorder to bring them back to their country so that they would not be left behind at such a godless place as this desert which was painted red that day and to give those brave soldiers who were walking towards death the respect that they deserve.
Nothing but red painted sand remains there now. And even this will be swallowed by the desert sooner or later as the desert is heartless. But that is not entirely true. As something got left behind. Something that the soldiers could not bring back with them as they could not even see it. But truth be told they would not be able to take it with them even if they wanted to as it is something way beyond them. This being the souls of the killed soldiers. Countless souls with no mind of their own. Wandering aimless around in a circle as it seemes as they are unable to leave the area. In the middle of this all are two souls who appear stronger then the other ones as they are bigger and appear more human like than the other ones who look more like ghuls. Those two spirits are exacly the two commanders two died fighting each other.
"So this is it? The thing that happens after you die? Did not expact that. How about you stick user?"
"It lookes like this. I always though there would be nothing after you die beast abuser. But I guess I own those lunatics at the church an apology. Hahaha."
"Still feeling good enough to joke. I guess even death can not stop you. Soooo what are we gonna do now?"
"Well. As for me I would like to go to that king of mine and spook him a bit. But I just got this feeling that I am unable to leave this place. As if some kind of predator is locking me into place."
"Year ....."
Unknowing to them they are right and would soon be tasked to make a decision and experience what true death means. Or overcome it and rise.