The grey rain clouds had draped the battlefield, as if painting its sad canvas. Still, a few streaks of light managed to break through, casting soft rays on the ground below.Scavenger birds hovered in the dark sky above a large pile of corpses, where a man stood motionless, gazing at the faint stars.Blood covered him, dripping from his silver armor and hands, while his sword remained sunk in the flesh of one of the bodies below."Who would have thought a day like this would come?" the knight in silver armor muttered in a hollow voice. He wrenched his sword out from the dead body of a soldier lying on the crimson ground."That the only sword I would wield... would be against them," he added, eyes locked on the distant army marching toward him."Still the same stubborn fool. Arjun" A knight emerged from the crowd of marching soldiers, dressed in gold, his blue cape fluttering in the breeze of death."Biting the hand that fed you... well, what can I say? Some people never change," he said sarcastically.Sigh... "Yeah, like you—still twisting truths to fit your way. Aarav" the knight in silver sighed, tightening his grip on the hilt and pointing the blood-dripping tip of his broadsword toward the man."Twisting?" Aarav chuckled. "Better than a rat scrambling in the dark, dreaming of sunlight.""Have you ever thought about what she had to endure before saying those words to her?""What am I saying? If you had that much sense, you would have stayed put in that back alley.""Seeing your face, I doubt you have any clue what Lila—" "You say her name again, and you'll regret ever stepping onto this field, with that little decoration of yours," Arjun snapped, pointing his sword toward the longsword sheathed at the golden knight's side.Though maintaining his daunting look, the earlier words made his heart tremble, and his grip on the sword began to loosen.But soon, he remembered the night—the night of the two disappearing into the fog, turning their backs on his desperate cries.He remembered it all, as if it were a memory from yesterday, suffocating him every day.A sudden rage surged through him. "Enough." he snarled, the thought of betrayal and vengeance overcame him as he tightened his grip on the hilt, the metal biting into his flesh, drawing blood."Tch. Yelling won't bring her back. She chose, and it wasn't you." Aarav scoffed, unsheathing his thin, elegant sword."I SAID ENOUGH!" Arjun's thread of patience broke and he leapt high into the sky, ready to deliver a devastating blow, both hands gripping his broadsword.His red cape flickered mid-air as Aarav took a defensive stance, straightening his blue cape.The battlefield fell silent. No cries, no screams—only the faint sound of the deathly breeze flowing, until the silence shattered with a thunderous roar of steel.