POV BoobaFet:
Booba stood in the dark forest, tightly holding his spear. His eyes were on the bleeding bodies in black mantles littering the ground, covered in shadows of thick tree canopies above him.
'I came too late.'
The man in dirty full plate armour covered in blood and mud stains stood in front of him, holding a long glowing sword. The tall ancient oaks grew multiple floors high, their thick canopies covering the forest in perpetual night. The only light source was the white radiance of his sword.
The thick smell of blood was drifting through the air, making Booba feel nauseous.
